I have a super distinct memory of the Hale-Bopp that was visible for a few months during 1997. I was 16 at the time and my friends and I piled into cars and drove to the outer parts of San Diego County so we could get away from light pollution

Quasars.  Black Holes.  Distant planets, extraterrestrial life forms, and Elton John’s “Rocket Man.”  Space is some deep shit, so deep that my own astronomical studies ended when I realized that I couldn’t figure out my horoscope by using the Doppler Effect.  Nonetheless, astronomy has remained of interest to me, which

As 2024 winds down, we’re reflecting on another incredible year of sharing the stories, art, culture, and nightlife that make the Bay Area so unique. BrokeAssStuart.com wouldn’t be what it is without you—our community of readers, supporters, and believers in independent media. This year, instead of asking you to join Patreon

Usually the first thing I like to do as night falls when I’m visiting other places is look up. Like, at the SKY. TO SEE STARS. ‘Member those? Those twinkly little reminders of our oh-so-insignificant place in the world are seldom seen in our great big apple, putting them right