You may need to dramatically decrease your living expenses if you are facing job loss, unexpected expenses, or overwhelming debt, etc. On the other hand you may be in a situation where you feel like you would like to significantly ramp up your savings capacity in the short term, through lowering your living expenses. If you find yourself in any of these situations, here is what I recommend you consider:
This amazing photo is from Blogadilla. It’s also from 1972. If you remember awhile back Chloe told you about all the FREE Yoga classes in the East Bay. That was cool of her. I hope at least one of you sent her a holiday card for that. Here on this
I am extremely excited to announce the release of The Delicious Card! Delicious cardholders get awesome deals at over 30 of your favorite SF eateries! Membership is a great way to explore new places, support local businesses, and support local journalism.
Everyone on the West Coast (if any of them are reading this) is just gonna hate, but I can’t help it. I was born in New York City and lived for 28 years within spitting distance of place which gives you an idea of what kind of Mexican food I
Once a week we present Broke-Ass Porn. It’s visually stimulating material for the financially impaired. If this shit doesn’t get you going, you’re not as broke as you thought: Some shows are known for their style as much as their stories. Sex & the City endorsed ballerina skirts for grown
Calling All Service Industry Workers (ONLY!): Working behind the bar or out on the floor tended to be a little on the lean side this year. Things have gotten so bad that the city has become a veritable graveyard of boarded up taverns and dusty dining rooms with papered windows.
I’ve just wrapped up watching the entirety of Friday Night Lights, Season 1. I know, I know: welcome to 2006! It’s just that I’ve resisted watching this show for four years because I just assumed that it would be boring and/or exactly like a TV version of Varsity Blues. Although
I grew up with a Greek step-family. Despite the many years of being in close proximity to Greeks, I am still markedly not ‘˜one of them’. I have a Papou but no grasp of the language. I drink Ouzo in Astoria but can’t shake my thing like a bellydancer. I
When I moved into my first apartment after living in campus housing for three years, I was all about making my new digs look as snazzy and non-dormy as possible. Aside from upgrading from my tried and true “taped up poster and Christmas lights” motif, I had a hard time