As the little hill outside of my 4th Avenue house became a veritable deluge of dirty bathwater, pooling rain making the intersection nigh unusable for anything other than a lifted SUV, I threw on a wide-brimmed hat and hefted a garbage can to the sidewalk. I plunged my arms into

As I am writing this, San Francisco is hovering around 90 degrees and for the first time since moving to the City, I wish I had an air conditioner. The East Bay, where I’m originally from, is even hotter. Oakland may break 100 degrees before the day ends, and when

As 2024 winds down, we’re reflecting on another incredible year of sharing the stories, art, culture, and nightlife that make the Bay Area so unique. BrokeAssStuart.com wouldn’t be what it is without you—our community of readers, supporters, and believers in independent media. This year, instead of asking you to join Patreon

Rep. Louie Gohmert (R-Texas) on Tuesday asked a representative from the U.S. Forest Service if it was possible to alter the orbit of the moon or the Earth as a way of combating climate change…and he wasn’t joking. To be fair to the honorable representative from Texas, it would be really cool,

Alarming news for everyone who loves great tits. Researchers at the Norwegian University of Science and Technology have just published findings that global warming, shorter winters, and earlier springs could wipe out all of the world’s great tits, perhaps within the next 80 years. Great tits, of course, are non-migratory

In 1970 the average low for San Francisco was a little over 53 degrees across summer months. By 2018, that figure was up to a little over 56 degrees.  “56 degrees at night in San Francisco is already untenable,” said a local San Franciscan, “But 80 degrees?!  We’re not equipped

At this point, all but the staunchest of global warming deniers have come around. Even when you know something is happening, it can be difficult to take action. Sometimes it has to hit you in the face. Sometimes, it has to hit you in the drink.

Usually, we have until late April before the local anomaly of people wearing shorts and tee shirts inappropriately takes place. It’s a fun NY tradition; we make fun of their optimism and are rewarded with smug laughter when they end up stuck in a blizzard, desperately trying to hail a