We have a couple local stories this week that dive into racism and chainsaws, but there is no way we can avoid discussing what happened Saturday. Today, the people of Pittsburgh are our people, our neighbors. But first… BART and chainsaws don’t mix We’ve all seen a lot during our

The new SF Subway Line connecting the SOMA with Chinatown, is taking twice as long to build as it took to build the entire Golden Gate Bridge in the 1930’s.

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“It was the best of the times, it was the worst of times.” The past week of news has been both inspiring and frighteningly destructive on different fronts. Here, we’ll try to wrap up some of the best, worst and weird stories impacting the country and the Bay. All that

Below are some highlights, lowlights and oddities from this week in local news. A recipe for destruction What do you get when you mix a bottle of Hennessy, meth and loaded guns? Nothing good, ever. But two people found out Sunday that such a cocktail can definitely get you arrested.

For weeks now, you’ve been too cool to care about New Year’s plans. Right? Or you’ve just been ridonculously busy with holidays and work and all that stressful shit and never had the time to even consider going out. Either way, it’s possible you’re watching the clock tick by on

Thanks to hypergentrification and mass displacement, we can now add  ‘extreme commuting’ to the essential lexicon of Bay Area inequality.  And we need to start using it in sentences more often. Because ‘extreme commuting’ helps to define a broken city, where high-paid workers and their wealthy bosses occupy the former homes of displaced SF workers and commute to Silicon Valley via gratis luxury buses that pick them up within blocks of their front door

This originally appeared in my Broke-Ass City column for the SF Examiner. She was standing on the BART turnstile at the Civic Center station with an American flag scarf tied around her waist, yelling “Fuck Obama” and laughing from a mouth only half-full of teeth. All I could think was,

As someone who lives in Oakland and works in San Francisco, I deeply understand the psychic and sensory warfare involved with commuter life. BART can mentally break you if you give it an inch, thus it’s best to approach the whole fiasco with a little piss and vinegar in your