If you’re from the Bay Area and have spent any amount of time watching the news in the last decade, chances are you know who Frank Somerville is. He’s an East Bay native, who, despite his well-meaning nature, can be a little cringe, which is fine, we’re all a little

San Francisco may be neglecting the full potential of the strategic waterways that brought it into being. If you’ve ever sat in Bridge traffic and watched boats fly by on the water below, you might have felt the same. There is no reason the Bay Area shouldn’t have as robust

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

It’s as distressing a time on the planet as ever, a one-sided war blasting historic communities in Gaza to smithereens with United States tax dollars funding the whole thing. There are storms blowing the Bay Area sideways, more common and destructive thanks to climate change, and an ever-increasing wealth gap

It’s a yeap year which can mean only one thing – a silly protest with an important message is coming to the streets of Berkeley on February 29th. Leap Day Action Night organized by The Slingshot Collective is not your traditional protest or even just a distraction keeping us from

They have been a local, independent internet service provider since 1998 and have developed a rabid following because, quite simply, they rock. And I’m not just saying this because they’re giving me money to do so, I’ve been a very satisfied, paying customer of theirs for over seven years now.

This is how Americans can get 400 years of Austrian Brewing tradition, brewed fresh daily in Berkeley

I am not a NIMBY. I get called a lot of things on the internet, but NIMBY actually would offend me. I detest NIMBYs. They are the biggest problem in the State of California. I really and truly believe that, so what I’m about to say may sound out of

By David Coppin-Lanegen Throngs of people pounded their feet against the stone pavement, their long scarves and long hair dyed wailing, schizophrenic colors. As they danced, Robin Pecknold of Fleet Foxes crooned, his voice blue and blending with the pink-orange sky and colorful people of The Greek, in Berkeley. Formally