I had found him online. He was a kooky sketch comedian, and he maintained an incredibly honest, introspective blog littered with cultural references I loved. He was beautiful in a wicked, ethereal way, but he wasn’t beholden to his beauty. His life seemed like one long, fascinating lurch towards the

Remember Missed Connections? Craigslist’s personal section was not only used by lonely stranger danger booty calls but it was a popular site where you could reach out semi-anonymously to the “cute girl on the N-Judah” who was reading Eat Pray Love on your commute to the FiDi.

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

On Craigslist there were a surprising number of posts for passengers seeking passengers, passengers seeking drivers, and other combinations found just within the last couple of weeks.

Many people who went to Burning Man did not get to have sex with the people they encountered at Burning Man. These are their stories. As the Burners return and undustify themselves, those who were eluded by love turn to Craigslist Missed Connections, a 2003-era relic intended to hook up star-crossed

I was at Shalaco‘s house the other night and his roommate, Praveen, came in and hung out with us for awhile. Apparently back in 2009 Praveen put up this utterly amazing Craigslist Missed Connection and it went viral and made it to Best of Craigslist. And now he said I can share

OFF MENU IS SPONSORED BY BENDER’S BECAUSE THEY ARE BADASS. DROP BY AND MAKE SOME BAD DECISIONS WITH SOME GOOD PEOPLE! Remember Missed Connections? Craigslist’s personal section was not only used by lonely stranger danger booty calls but it was a popular site where you could reach out semi-anonymously to the “cute girl

One of my favorite past times is pursuing the Missed Connections section. It can be funny, heartwarming, scary and everything in between. When I lived in Greenpoint I regularly took the L train. One of my good pals I would refer to it as the Love Train as he always

I don’t go to the Folsom Street Fair. It comes to me. Literally, I open my front door onto it. So, Sunday was a pretty fucking insane day. I saw men dressed as firemen blowing each other (there’s a joke about hoses there). I saw people dressed as horses dragging