San Francisco is an awfully, awfully funny place when it comes to dating. There is an intrinsic casualness and quirk to the city as a whole – one that manifests itself in everything from startups that entice employees with their “Whiskey Fridays” to how we celebrate Easter. So it’s no

Ah, summer blockbusters: They have a reputation for being especially vapid. Often visually overcooked with little or no story line, it seems as though Hollywood collectively decided that the best medicine for the heat is to flood your brain with total garbage. Remember The Last Airbender? How about You Don’t

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

Before you start getting all randy, get your minds out of the gutter – I’m not talking about that “friend” who comes over at 2:30 in the morning because you have a fifth of Jack Daniels and a pint of Ben & Jerry’s you had to polish off. That territory