If you read BAS, you may have seen my article, “It’s Time To Ban Self-Driving Cars In San Francisco.” For whatever reason, this piece pissed a lot of rich people off.  What rich people am I referring to? The rich people at GrowSF and their followers on Twitter.  If you

Kayla, Alex, and I were standing in front of the Rideout Fountain in Golden Gate Park’s Music Concourse as the world vibrated around us. Children chased each other screaming, teenagers canoodled on park benches, dogs wore tuxedos for their peoples’ wedding photos, tourist families scuttled between museums — and we

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Ah yes, football season is almost upon us. It’s that special time of year where bets are placed blindly on guessing which teams will make the Super Bowl, jerseys are called up from the disabled list (the drawer where you keep your “seasonal clothing”), and fantasy teams are cobbled together with players ranging from “Hell yeah!” to “Ah hell, I’m stuck with this guy since Jeremy got the QB I wanted.” Some people call this part of the year preseason; to real football fanatics, though, it’s called “Jesus Christ, is it September 5th yet?”

Reno calls itself the “Biggest Little City in the World.” That’s bullshit. Anyone who’s lived in San Francisco knows that that’s a title that should be wedged between “Baghdad by the Bay” and “The City That Knows How” in our pantheon of monikers. If you’ve been here long enough, it’s

We always refer to San Francisco as Neverland. But as more and more Peters and Wendys and Lost Boys and Tinker Bells are pushed out of the city, I wonder if we can continue with this fantasy.

Living in San Francisco means being torn apart. It means having people you love get evicted. Seeing cultural institutions replaced by trendy cocktail bars. Moving to this city for a job in technology and getting vilified for being the reason for higher rents, even though you can barely afford your own.

image from kqed Earlier this morning The Bold Italic announced that it would be reopening in San Francisco. This is exciting considering what a blow to the Bay Area media landscape it was when TBI closed in April. The curious thing is that it appears not a single of TBI’s

Well, most things in San Francisco are a little strange, and ending a relationship in this town is no different. From not being able to move out for a few months due to the expensiveness of this city to knowing that the only way you won’t run into your ex is if she moves out of town, breakups in SF might be a special breed. What follows is a little guide to surviving a San Francisco breakup. That is, of course, after you figure out who gets which tutu from the costume box.