The “Artist You Should Know” series highlights local artists before they exhibit their work somewhere awesome, it’s our way of supporting the creative community and helping to keep San Francisco a strange and wonderful place.  Meet artist Joshua Coffy, the ‘gifting king of San Francisco’ Sometimes a little inspiration is all we need.

What if you had no home?  This is a question that everyone should ask themselves. You must do this even if you have all your shit together and you have everything under control, all the time.  In that case you are probably also the mythical unicorn, honest-politician, big foot hybrid I

Most people I know either love or hate Valentine’s Day. I myself am on the fence. On one hand, celebrating it kind of equates to succumbing to our Overlords of Greeting Cards. On the other hand, it’s an excuse to hug all your friends and to potentially find someone to

I am currently lying in bed, wondering whether I will ever use my legs again, and eating Spanish cheese poofs shaped like “futebolas” (i.e. soccer balls). This is because, (cue music) ‘it’s the eye of the tiger’/’we are the champions’/’na-na-naaaaa’, Rocky Balboa moment.  In other, less confusing and non-song lyric

As a kid, growing up in Italy, I used to often read the Babysitter’s Club series, along with similar kids’ books about everything American, such as tree houses and baseball and shopping malls. I remember being particularly stuck on the concept of garage sales. My mind was boggled by the

It is my ultimate destiny to bake bread: I am too broke to buy it every day, and bread is delicious. It is only a natural progression. Unfortunately, said natural progression didn’t happen so naturally. Initially, I wanted to blame most of my inability at baking bread (actually, all of it)

‘Twas the night before Christmas And low and behold Not a gift had been purchased Not even some coal. What was a broke-ass to do In an economy like this Better trust in Santa – Or go steal some gifts. I scoped out my hood Creepin’ in all the windows

How many times have you looked at the clock and saw that it was 11:11? Haven’t you ever wondered why that happens? I feel lucky – as I happened to be born at 11:11 a.m. Maybe it’s me creeping into your souls every time you see those numbers on the