by Hannah Harkness Two years ago, my friend said to me “NYC is every Doomsday movie’s bitch-don’t worry about it.” This is because I told her, with conviction, that I wanted to move here before it sinks. While I love me a good disaster movie, I can’t put NYC sinking

The famed ‘meatless’ burger has passed the testing stage and is now making its way into major fast food chains across America. Fast Food CEO and spokesperson Randy Hambuckler, reassured the press this week that, “although the meatless burger does not contain the fast food meat you’ve come to love,

The Huge Release Party for the Literary Magazine In case you haven’t heard, we just put out an incredible literary magazine called The Dreams I Dreamt: Letters to San Francisco thanks to a grant from the Civic Joy Fund. It’s a gift to San Francisco, where 19 of The City’s

The Spike (Begin at the beginning of the story here) A titch later we’re drying off by a burn barrel, pretty high up on the cliff face, and the Seertlekimmie is telling me about the harvests. The rays and octopus are coming in more and more, but landin’ a whale’s

By Kate Harveston Vegetarians the world over had reason to celebrate, World Vegetarian Day was yesterday (Oct. 1) From the mouths of cows, chickens and pigs everywhere — Happy World Vegetarian Day! Vegetarian and vegan lifestyles have a significantly reduced impact on the environment and improved long-term sustainability. In stark contrast to

Part Five Jump the Shark (Begin at the beginning here) The next day I go to see the Seertlekimmie. He’s up and about, putzing around the dock and even though he ain’t lookin’ so hot he seems in good spirits. We stroll around the docks, a sprawling maze of rickety

Part Four Fancy Pants So I go up to Deska’s house. As a council member she gets to live in one of the old houses. It’s not made from scraps of cloth, driftwood, and piled stone, not like most of the city. It’s real timber with real windows, not just

Chapter Three “Devil’s Teeth” By the time the peaks of Devil’s Teeth start to loom on the horizon, the sky is a thin strip of pink and red being squashed by a dark block of purple. Getting closer to the cliffside settlement, the orange plastic fences point me towards the

Carlos Zephyrson (Or How Rock and Roll Survived The Apocalypse) Chapter Two Zephyros Returns (Click here to start at Chapter One)   The doc leaves me alone in that cold-ass room in that damn ridiculous dress. Strange lights are hummin’ in the ceiling and the faucet’s drippin’. I hear people