During an episode of How I Met Your Mother, the statement “We need a MacLaren’s!” was uttered, like a wish whispered into the night sky illuminated only by a shooting star. Time and space stood still as every being in the room felt the true weight of that statement: We

I really love how many events these days are centered around local food, and this one sounds pretty sweet (as in both cool and sugary).  Usually I don’t give a shit, but occasionally I feel just slightly patriotic.  You know, around voting time, the Olympics, and yesterday because of the

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’d be hard pressed to find someone in New York City to argue negatively about the idea of eating more locally grown produce or locally made foods.  Let’s face it, green fever has been sweeping this city for the past decade, and along with it has emerged a thriving ‘œgreen

I just got back from Alaska, which to me, a liberal, vegan, and judgmental Californian, appeared to be a backwards, behind-the-times, redneck state with stunningly gorgeous views and impressive wilderness. Against this lush, green backdrop, the food situation was unforgivable.  Health food stores were few and far-between and restaurants were