I awoke on Tuesday morning to my house shaking. I knew it wasn’t an earthquake because the wind outside was howling like a wild animal. But still, it’s a hell of a thing to be shaken awake. As of this year, my building will be 110 years old. Sitting on

There is a ridiculous tradition each April Fool’s Day in San Francisco.  It’s a celebration of all things illogical, a demonstration for the foolish by the fool hearty, a preposterous procession that celebrates above all one thing: human stupidity.

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

San Francisco has a long tradition of strange, wonderful, DIY, street performance art.

For those who don’t participate, SantaCon is an annual spectacle, mildly disorienting and mostly foul. If you’ve ever seen a cluster of self-saboteurs in Santa costumes collectively heaving over a gutter or stumbling about in a daze, you’ve likely been privy to the awe-inspiring merriment of SantaCon.  As a writer

As North Beach awakens from its pandemic hibernation, Magic Lantern film events return to Kerouac Alley.  Lights, tables, chairs, and a screen transform this narrow street, between Vesuvio and City Lights, into a mesmerizing outdoor theater. On June 16th, filmmaker Steve Mobia and culture-jamming icon John Law—both survivors of the

It’s Easter Sunday in San Francisco, which means there are gloriously unreligious and outrageously interesting events to attend.  There’s the legendary Hunky Jesus Contest in Golden Gate Park with the Sisters of Perpetual Indulgence.  There’s the incredibly juvenile and dangerously fun Big Wheel Races down Potrero Hill, and as luck

Guest post by John Law (Founder of the Cacophony Society and Burning Man) All images By Camilo José Vergara and found on Mashable & All That is Interesting) When I recall what New York City was like when I visited and stayed there in the late 70s and early 80s sometimes

When you cross over into the Temporary Autonomous Zone that is Burning Man, you’re in another reality. For a week you’re unencumbered by any of the stuff that eats away at the joy of living, like bills, alarm clocks, money, bosses, exams, parking tickets, dress codes. It’s very liberating. And