If you are in need of a soundtrack to gray days in San Francisco, employ equally gloomy British rock bands — Babyshambles, Suede, The Smiths — they embody the silent torture of hazy rolling fog. The bands and the fog are doubtful and mysterious, cloaked in sorrow that comes from
Guest Post by Elena Harper Summer in San Francisco is not for the faint-hearted. We have months called June Gloom and Fogust, to honor our favorite native son: Karl the Fog. Wrapped in layers, hot beverage in hand, true locals know this is a time of retrospection and reconnection –
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We decided to walk around the Tenderloin instead of go through it. I had my computer, Gene has his bike, and Sabrina had a bag of things I’m sure she didn’t want taken from her as well. We were coming from my weekly Wednesday gig at Monarch where I used to do a coloring book happy hour.
A few years ago there was this trend called Flavor Tripping. You’d eat this thing called miracle fruit and all of a sudden your taste buds would get all weird on you for a short amount of time. Among other things, lemons would taste like lemonade, vinegar would taste like
There are a bunch of fun, artsy extravaganzas happening all over San Francisco this January. The next couple weeks have world class expos, afterpartys, truely creative performances and of course music, dancing & libations all over the place. It’s time to get out there and mix it up with thousands of other beautiful
I am a Californian living in New York City. I was born in the suburbs of Los Angeles, raised in the suburbs of San Diego, and went to college in the Bay Area, so I’d kind of consider myself somewhat of a semi-expert on Californianity. Living as a Broke-Ass-West-Coaster-Gone-East for
Every week we feature a different person from the community shedding a little light on their life of brokeitude. Who knows, maybe you’ll learn something about the human spirit — probably not. Wanna be a Broke-Ass of the Week? Holler at us here and we’ll send you the questionnaire. Eric Kauschen, self-proclaimed “perpetrator”