I trust that everyone had a patriotic, barbecue and beer filled 4th of July complete with fireworks, the smell of charcoal and the crack of fireworks bursting bright against the sky.

  At the last reggae night at M Lounge we listened to the latest music from the island courtesy a recently returned couple who asked a local to make them a disc.  Nevermind that they were two whitefolk from Jersey, the music was straight Jamaican, which would disappoint fans of

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

Underneath the glitz, the glam, the (sometimes) glowing reviews, and the hordes of patrons, restaurants and bars are lonely and insecure.  They always worry if people are just using them to get things they want like food, drinks, or one-night stands.  Even the overnight cleaner from Brazil, whose mop strokes