The boats churning in and out of the San Francisco Bay look all the more enormous from a patio in the shrouded Presidio Park and, with this vista in full view, I remember a sheet of paper on my desk at home. It’s an excerpt from British philosopher Mark Fisher

Before I let you in on the deets, let’s get something straight. I know you covet Monday nights. It’s no secret – mostly because you don’t hide it well (sort of like those 7th-grade bangs you butchered yourself but tried to blame on your Dad’s rogue Flowbee; yeah, we all

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

Remember when bowling was fun?  I don’t.  I hate being bad at things and I am bad at bowling.  Though I haven’t logged much practice time, I have spent many hours watching others play.  As it happens, a few of my favorite movies are loaded with awesome bowling scenes.  Buffalo