I set out for groceries, but I found myself at The Magazine. The Magazine is a longstanding shop in the SF Tenderloin stocked with vintage magazines, ephemera, and erotica. It has been a purveyor of all manner of smut, art, and insight since 1973.  Earlier this week, I made an

Get your snapping fingers ready and your Jack Kerouac boners up (I know you have them): Author Bill Morgan is gonna take us across this great nation of ours as only the Beatniks saw it tonight at the San Francisco Public Library! I don’t understand the Allen Ginsberg phenomenon (read: