One of the first bits of advice I received upon moving to NYC was to get noise canceling headphones/earbuds for the subway and to always have music playing in them. This, of course, was already a given for me because I don’t really do much without a constant soundtrack playing.

Every week we feature a different person from the community shedding a little light on their life of brokeitude.  Who knows, maybe you’ll learn something about the human spirit — probably not. Wanna be a Broke-Ass of the Week?  Holler at us here and we’ll send you the questionnaire. Our featured broke-ass this

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 Patsy Cline radio station on Pandora has been ubiquitous in my room and in my earbuds for the past 2 weeks, at least.  Not only have I since been remarking that this is probably one of the best alone-time and inexpensive activities (and/or accompanying soundtracks to writing!) ever, but

If anything this post will make me seem like the old man I am, but remember Napster? Man those were the glory days. Do you know how many unreleased Radiohead and Soul Coughing songs I had access to in my early college days? There was no question (from me) about