‘Tis the season for resolutions. Just before every new year, people will make every excuse under the sun just to sneak in another cookie or another hour of sleep. Why? New Year’s Day is decision day — the day that everyone gives up their bad habits to start fresh. It

I don’t know about you but this Polar Vortex is fucking with my livelihood, my health, and my basic human functionalities. It has rendered me virtually immobile. It’s not that I’m using the bitter cold temperatures and the unpredictable blitzkriegs of snow as an excuse to lie around my apartment

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

The New Year brings an opportunity to start fresh, say goodbye to bad habits and become an overall better person. I thought of a few things I’d like to give up in 2013, but only time will tell how long it will take for me to break these resolutions. Instead

I’m not sure I believe in New Year’s Resolutions.  I feel like they are just an additional way to feel bad about yourself by the end of the year.  Then you can look back and say, “Shit, I said I was going to lose how many pounds, and I’m up

If the existence of New Year’s resolutions prove anything, it’s that we are naturally optimistic. The ticking of the clock from 11:59 to midnight is rarely all that important – yet in the case with New Year’s, meaning is inescapable. Where one year brushes against the next, change and rebirth

2010: It’s been, I can boldly say, a year for all of you. What events that unfolded throughout certainly vary per individual but I’m going to assume for most of you, if not all, it involves blush-inducing indiscretions, stolen cop cars driven into the Bay, ventures into the exciting world

The Broke-Ass modus operandi is usually to take peoples’ unwanted stuff.  We’re the ones inclined to pull couches off the sidewalk, dumpster-dive, and accept any and all kinds of FREE hand-me-downs.  But in this day and age, when even the last vestiges of analogue are going digital, even the brokest