Because we are ramping up to the end of the world and all, it’s cold. Yeah, it’s winter. But it’s cold everywhere. NY, SF, even LA. (That covers everywhere, right?). It’s something we can all agree on. Sure, those in states with snow apparently up to their eyebrows will claim

The experience of a drive-in movie is second to none. There is the chance to relax in your car, find the best position to see through the dirty windshield and if you’re lucky, maybe even trying to get a little cozy over the stick shift. Sadly, drive in theaters have

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

As I sit here roasting (though, I concede that the presence of sweat makes it closer to a water saute) I feel that familiar desire that comes with discomfort. It’s 91 degrees, and my forearms are coated in a thin layer of sweat. This is disturbing, as the only exertion I’ve undergone

County fairs are one of my favorite things about summer.  Call me crazy, but the combination of fast rides, funnel cake, caramel apples, games and carnies makes me feel like I’m 11 again, which in this case, is a good thing.  It has been a long time since I got

Summer is by far the shortest season of the year. Except if you live in Southern California or the dessert, and then I have no sympathy for you. Every year it whizzes by, taking with it all the fun things you can only do 3 months out of the year.

I LOVE SUMMER! Despite the fact I live in a city where true summer weather rarely exists, I STILL adore the summer months. Everyone is generally happier, going on vacations and frolicking whenever they get the chance. Even though the true magic of Summer died the moment they handed you

The summer really could not have come soon enough in NYC if you ask me.  Part of what is so fucking great about living here is that not only does the city become alive in a whole new way when it gets warm, but there is ALWAYS something new to

When I was younger, my mom really loved fruit punch.  Everywhere we went — soccer games, my middle school orchestra concerts, Applebee’s — there my mom would be with her plastic to-go cups bought in bulk from Costco (née Price Club) filled with extremely pungent, blood-red juice. OR SO I