I write about Williamsburg a lot and that’s because I live here. I’m coming up on my one-year anniversary, in fact. But I’ll admit it. I was kind of hatin’ on my own neighborhood for a while. When you’re not snobby about music and could care less about owning a

Per usual, I’m going to be out of town for the throwback Jazz Age Lawn theme party this Saturday. I miss it every year and it’s starting to feel like I’ll never get to sip cold glasses of St.Germaine and do the Charleston on Governor’s Island. If you missed the

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 relish three-day weekends, not just because of the time off, but generally there is a mass exodus from the city and I get to roam around a little bit more people free. For those of you who were like f this I’m outta here. I’m happy for you, but