“Come on Stuart. Titties and fried chicken. How can you, of all people, say no?”

They were cajoling me via Twitter. There’s probably some hip slang for that, twijoling maybe, but I don’t know what it is. Regardless, Mik, Ed, Dottie, and Cait were really giving it to me. And of course I caved.

Apparently the 21 Club is closing. Ain’t that some shit? That is the last bar in the world I would’ve thought would hit the chopping block, mainly because it’s at the corner of “rob someone” and “stab someone”. I wrote about the 21 Club in my book Broke-Ass Stuart’s Guide

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

I just learned about the Wayback Machine this morning when I read this article on Time’s Techland blog. Some fucking genius created this amazing digital time capsule that is described thusly on wikipedia: The Wayback Machine is a digital time capsule created by the Internet Archive non-profit organization, based in