This originally appeared in my Broke-Ass City column for the SF Examiner. As I look out my window, I see it stretching toward the heavens. The large glass windows are filling in, reflecting the fog and the Bay. At night, it’s illuminated like a beacon, screaming, “I am the symbol
This originally appeared in my Broke-Ass City column for the SF Examiner. There’s a scene in the movie “Empire Records,” where all the record store employees hold a funeral for Deb, even though she’s still alive. Earlier in the movie, Deb had tried to kill herself. So her friends and
Broke-Ass Stuart has been at the center of the events and arts scene in the Bay Area for over 15 years. And right now we are looking to bring on a new editor to focus on events as the world begins to open back up. This is a cool opportunity since events will be taking
This originally appeared in my Broke-Ass City column in the SF Examiner By now the dust is doing anything but settling in Black Rock City. Minds and other flammable things are exploding while a sense of all out revelry, exploration and wonder descends on some 70,000-plus people. In a way,
When Julius Caesar took Alexandria in 48 BC, the city’s famous library burned to the ground. History isn’t sure if the Library of Alexandria was torched on purpose or if it caught fire during the ensuing pillaging, but regardless, the depository that held one copy of every book in the known world went up in flames.
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,
On Monday, I was interviewed by someone from BBC Mundo, the Spanish-language arm of the BBC. The main question the reporter had was, “Do you think many people in San Francisco would rather have a less successful tech industry in exchange for having a more affordable city?”
You can’t spell San Francisco without a few exes. From the person you had a one-night stand with six years ago, to the one who suddenly stopped texting you after dating for a couple months, to the person you loved so completely that it nearly broke you: Running into people you’ve been involved with is an inevitability.
This originally appeared in my Broke-Ass City column in the SF Examiner. I wrote it the morning after the election. I still feel that the Democratic party is sabotaging itself by not taking hard left populist turn. As I write this, it is a beautiful day in San Francisco. It’s in the