Workers at the California Academy of Sciences are unionizing! As I’m writing this, someone literally just drove by my window blaring John Lennon’s song “Power to the People” which couldn’t be more appropriate. The past few years have seen the biggest boom in labor union activity in the United States in

Given the infestation of corporate coffee shops, the browbeaten drifters have begrudgingly relocated. Sickened by the whine of the latest pop culture commodities, and spooked by the mechanical scripts of corporate serfs, we yearn for the aging coffee shacks of yore, the ones that were only grotesque in their literality.

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

Is your neighborhood Starbucks closed?  According to local news reports, several Starbucks locations are struggling with “staffing shortages.” Considering that we’re still in the midst of a global pandemic, this seems plausible. But there’s a larger story at play here that’s not making headlines.  Last December, employees at the Elmwood

By Katie Barbaro Let’s face it: therapy is expensive and rarely covered by insurance. You’ve probably asked yourself, “Do I want to pay out of pocket for an hour-long therapy session or feed myself for a month?” (Answer: FEED YOURSELF, per Maslow’s Hierarchy of Needs.) Ideally, therapy will someday be

OFF MENU IS SPONSORED BY BENDER’S BECAUSE THEY ARE BADASS. DROP BY AND MAKE SOME BAD DECISIONS WITH SOME GOOD PEOPLE! Welcome to, “We ate it, so you don’t have to.” A sign that says, “Only available if you believe,” sat and judged me while I approached the barista with a look of

By: Jonas Barnes  If you’re surprised I’m writing an article about where to take the best free shits in NYC, we need to get to know one another better. If you know me, writing about taking a good free shit makes as much sense as me writing about being fat.

The man in the olive trench coat didn’t get enough sleep last night. He has a face puffy and pale, with eyes cast downward and eyelids drooping. His shoulders sag, and when he looks up and orders a large coffee, his spine stiffens and he tilts his head back, breathing

Ever since General Foods Corp. convinced John Glenn to take a can of Tang along with him into space, there’s been something delightfully space-agey about flavored drinks you can make with only water and a little packet of powder. Unfortunately most of them aren’t actually very good at all, but