The annual changes in building codes, one building inspector told me, occur to insure that there’s always work in construction. It has nothing to do with public safety.

P Segal, Bohemian Archivist, has turned her attention from how great this city used to be to how incredible it could become, if Stuart were mayor. Some of you may have noticed that I haven’t been writing about the city that was these days. That’s because, at this pivotal point

In The City That Was, Bohemian Archivist P Segal tells a weekly story of what you all missed: the days when artists, writers, musicians, and unemployed visionaries were playing hard in the city’s streets and paying the rent working part time.   We moved into 1907 Golden Gate with no

 In The City That Was, Bohemian Archivist P Segal tells a weekly story of what you all missed: the days when artists, writers, musicians, and unemployed visionaries were playing hard in the city’s streets and paying the rent working part time. In recent weeks, I had an interaction with City Hall

 In The City That Was, Bohemian Archivist P Segal tells a weekly story of what you all missed: the days when artists, writers, musicians, and unemployed visionaries were playing hard in the city’s streets and paying the rent working part time.  On the 78th anniversary of the Golden Gate Bridge, I’m

 In The City That Was, Bohemian Archivist P Segal tells a weekly story of what you all missed: the days when artists, writers, musicians, and unemployed visionaries were playing hard in the city’s streets and paying the rent working part time. Many months ago, I told you about Caffè Proust, the

This post is sponsored by Citizens Against Broke-Ass Stuart. Apparently Broke-Ass Stuart is doing an indiegogo campaign so that he can grow his website, pay his writers, and continue creating what he calls “dope shit”. We at Citizens Against Broke-Ass Stuart don’t think you should give him money to do this

In The City That Was, Bohemian Archivist P Segal tells a weekly story of what you all missed: the days when artists, writers, musicians, and unemployed visionaries were playing hard in the city’s streets and paying the rent working part time. Usually I tell a story about what the city was like when