San Francisco is objectively beautiful. In San Francisco, you can still get lost in the woods. Mount Sutro cloaks you in eucalyptus groves until you reach the summit crowned with its eponymous Tower. Glen Canyon slices the hills south of Twin Peaks, the creek that cut it still running its

I know, Sundays nights are rough, especially for the employed ones; early morning meetings are looming around the corner and every one is wishing why, oh why, can’t it be the weekend still. Think of all the fun we had killing that mime for sport, building nuclear reactors in our