Breakups are never fun, but there’s another level of complexity when you live together. You’ve created a space you call your own, and leaving it can feel like the end of the world. Moving out recharges your heart and mind, though, and it’s more rewarding than staying in a deadlock

The Legendary Punchline San Francisco is closing this summer after over 40 years of hosting some of the biggest names in comedy.  According to a source close to the Punchline, all staff was notified this week that the owners of the building have refused to renew the club’s lease which ends on August 20th.

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

Let’s get real – moving to a new city can be tough. Even if you already know people who live there, and have an apartment, job, or family in your soon-to-be hometown, getting used to calling a new place home can be difficult. Looking for ways to speed up the

Pattern recognition is a sign of intelligence, if you didn’t know. I’ve only been here two months, but already I’ve identified five items that are so ubiquitous that you don’t need my off-the-charts brainpowers to notice that they’re everywhere. I’m starting to suspect they must be required for entry into The City, and

This post was written by Tyler Thompson If you are a total minimalist, moving might be a cinch. Otherwise, it can be a daunting task… especially when you need to stick to a tight budget. Is there a way to get everything you own out of your existing place and into

The Infamous Arrow Bar (Image taken from Yelp) I lived in San Francisco back when I used to puke a lot. And pee in alleys. Be it, cuz I was drunk, or high – my glory days – I would find myself in front of the Arrow Bar with some

Shhh. Stop whining. Let’s all eat burritos on a beach, together. “Blah blah blah, TRAFFIC, blah blah blah SUPERFICIALITY! REALITY SHOW REJECTS!” is what I constantly hear from San Francisco citizens about my current residency in LA. “Yackity shmackity, ZILLIONAIRE TECH ASSHOLES! PRICE OF RENT!” is what I hear about

*I’m talking to myself, too. Aloha, ladies and gentlemen. It’s been a while, I know, omg whatever, but I’m still in LA and it’s almost been a whole year – a thought that has this kind of effect on me where I’m like “Trippy, man” but also “Not-so-trippy, man” because everything