Hello again, followers of my unemployment adventures. Thanks for stopping by. I’m doing my best not to go apeshit right here, right now, as I am starting to freak out about not having a job yet. I’ve sent out damn near 50 resumes and applications, and I’ve had no bites.

Welcome back! It’s been a little over a week since I went insane and quit my job with nothing else lined up, and my unemployment adventure continues. As promised, I’ll let you in on my musings and lessons learned this week: Your friends love you. Folks have come out 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

I have a dirty little secret: I’ve never been unemployed… until now. Today marks the first day in 11 years that I haven’t had a job. My feelings are complicated: freedom, anxiety, denial. But as is my wont, I’ll chronicle my foray into unemployment here for you, because I love

Does receiving a weekly box of organic produce seem like an incredibly bourgeois practice? Of course it does. But that doesn’t mean the broke asses of the world can’t do it, too. CSA, or community-supported agriculture, is a beneficial relationship between farmers and consumers that results in an allotment of

I’m sick of reading articles with variations on the “10 under $10” theme. When you’re broke (read: down to your last $10), people shouldn’t be telling you to use it for “great deals on rape whistles” or “cute beach finds.” I propose a more useful approach. Here’s how NOT to

Last night I had a dream that involved a motorcycle; a swimming pool; a drunk, cheating, and grandpa-aged boyfriend; my grade school; a police chase; a lesbian encounter; and someone else’s severed body parts. Yes, I frequently have dreams just as non sequitur, and yes, I’m totally messed up, and

If you’re new to America (fuck yeah), you might not know that tomorrow is the day when we take to backyards, parks, and baseball fields all over this great nation and blow shit up. This is a culturally significant celebration whose true meaning is more or less completely lost on

Y’all know how I love writing a recurring series. So let’s start another, although I can’t promise it’ll be as regular as my previous one. We’ll call it “Little Luxuries.” Little luxuries help you make it to the end of each day. Self-deprivation, even when you have no money to spend