San Francisco Examiner
If you’ve cracked a copy of the San Francisco Chronicle in the last 20 years, you’ve probably been graced by the sharp wit of Don Asmussen. Asmussen’s comics were featured in Time and The New Yorker before he was hired by the San Francisco Examiner editor Phil Bronstein in 1995.
At some point last week, I realized that it was about to be the holiday season. Somehow, we’d trudged through one of the most trying periods in modern history, and that celebratory end-of-year blowout of family, festivities and gift giving was nearly upon us. Unfortunately, just because this year is
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Well, SF Weekly is shutting down. Maybe not permanently, but certainly indefinitely. The unfortunate news came down from management on Friday. The paper will stop printing at the end of this month and it’s not clear at the moment what will happen with its website. Carly Schwartz, Editor in Chief of
For the first time in a long time, I’m optimistic about the future of San Francisco. I know that’s a weird thing to say considering most of us barely leave the house, tons of people don’t have jobs and many of our favorite institutions keep closing down. But honestly, I can’t remember the last time I felt SF was so full of hope.
But as we lurch toward what the new normal will look like after this harrowing experience, I wonder, have the people in power learned anything?
So much of what I do now, so much of my devotion to this problematic, maddening, beautiful, brilliant, heartbreaking, mystifying city is tied to the way San Francisco made me feel when I was in my early 20s. It was a city of dreamers and believers, seekers and preachers, people who didn’t belong anywhere else, and never wanted to anyways. It was a city of “hell yes!” in a world of too much “no.”
I want to walk through our thoroughfares en masse, in unison, in celebration of something — anything — instead of in protest. I want to hold hands with a stranger while we do this, just because it feels right.
A version of this originally appeared in my Broke-Ass City column for the San Francisco Examiner The Right uses the term “personal responsibility” as a weapon. They use it to demonize poor people for being born into a system that keeps them poor. They tell middle-class people that their taxes