Photo by Leigh Cuen Italy is not a cheap place to travel. Expensive culinary delights call out to pedestrians like sirens. Italy’s famous museums are costly and offer the crowded feeling of Disneyland or a zoo. Visitors are herded past masterpieces in lines, which often snake around corners and out

Yep, eighty-three years ago today, Harvey Bernard Milk was born in Woodmere, Long Island, New York.  Although he had a successful career on Wall Street, it wasn’t until he gave it all up to join the hippies and move out to San Francisco, that he found his true happiness and

I’ve got some awesome news! We received a grant from the Civic Joy Fund to put out a literary magazine celebrating SF and acting to counter the stupid “Doom Loop” narrative. It’s a gift to the people of San Francisco. And after months of working on this project it’s now available

Books and Summer. Such a lovely marriage. Don’t you think? A beautiful story unfolding with every word, as the sun shines on the city, can be as calming as sounds of waves crashing onto the shore on a moonlit night. In fact, any season is the perfect season for reading.

If you’ve been reading this site for awhile you know how big a fan of reading I am. It’s one of my favorite things in the world, so much so that I pretty much won’t fuck someone who doesn’t read books. Alright, maybe I’ll fuck them, but definitely not date

While visiting Washington D.C this weekend, I saw this fantastic floor-to-ceiling bookmark wallpaper at Idle Time Books! It’s basically free to make– start collecting bookmarks from your local bookstores, libraries, and future travel destinations, and just past them up on your wall.  Colorful, classy, literary– and most importantly, cheap! Photo

It feels like 20-something New Yorkers are always on the search for something free.  Whether this be a meal, an outfit, or a subscription to boxes of monthly promotional presents that no one actually wants, label something 100% off and suddenly the masses are running! Subsequently, it startles me how

OK so let’s just jump right into it, because I’m fucking bored, perpetually heartbroken this week, and just not really into anything. Usually that’s when I get my best writing done but lately all I can do is sit in bed and like, cry, or play this new-ish Simpsons game

I wouldn’t necessarily refer to myself as quirky, but I do march to the beat of my own drum. Most of the time I live in my own little world and am completely happy with it, especially when I can listen to crap music without being told otherwise. So, with