I’m from a country where water saving technologies have been in place for as long as I’ve stood on that barren, sunburned land. Duel flush toilets, low-flow shower-heads and water harvesting technologies were not part of drought interventions but just a way of life. As progressive as San Francisco and

Ugh, rich people. They’re always making us regular Joes feel so goddamn… poor. They drive around in their fancy-schmancy white stretch limos, eating caviar and endangered, baby mammals with their pinky sticking out, all while perpetually drowning in a sea of diamonds and mink stoles (paws still attached, of course).

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

Sure, there’s something to be said for going to brunch at Andalu, spending $15 on bottomless mimosas and God only knows how much on ahi tuna tacos (the least appetizing-sounding hangover cure ever), but sometimes you just want that greasy, down-home egg, bacon and hash brown plate without the hibiscus