I am a Californian living in New York City.  I was born in the suburbs of Los Angeles, raised in the suburbs of San Diego, and went to college in the Bay Area, so I’d kind of consider myself somewhat of a semi-expert on Californianity.  Living as a Broke-Ass-West-Coaster-Gone-East for

Do you like art? No? Well, uh, wanna spend a weekend in the sun after toiling away at your job all week? Yeah, I thought so. Today and tomorrow in Oakland, the Pacific Fine Arts Festival will invade Montclair Village and display the works of artists from all across the

The Huge Release Party for the Literary Magazine In case you haven’t heard, we just put out an incredible literary magazine called The Dreams I Dreamt: Letters to San Francisco thanks to a grant from the Civic Joy Fund. It’s a gift to San Francisco, where 19 of The City’s

Hooray summertime. It makes venues out of the streets and parks that once were blistering nightmares of wind and cold. Now that the sun has peeked out from behind its gray hiding spot we can start using the limited outdoors New York has for a bit of R n’ R.

When I saw that it is suppose to reach 87 today, I immediately thought about joking about riding the free IKEA water taxi between Manhattan and Red Hook all day.  However, the more I think about it, the less I want to dwell on anything else.  First, because I love