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Lessons I Learned by Running for Mayor
Now that I’ve got a little distance from the whole mayoral campaign, I’ll be writing a bit more about what it was like. This particular piece is from a monologue I did for The Kinda Late Show. Also, Drew Platt wrote some of it with me. It’s supposed to be funny
We’ve got tickets to San Francisco band Great Apes @ Bottom of the Hill!
Plain and simple, Great Apes are a punk band from San Francisco. Minimalism reigns. Play it fast, play it loud, and make it stick. While we all have been or are in an array of more complex projects, this band is founded on pop-sensible simplicity and the notion that music,
What Not to Do on BART
To avoid being hated on public transit, avoid doing these 12 things
Locals vs. Gentrifiers : East Bay Fight Party
to qualify as being a local you needed to be a resident of the Bay for at least 10 years, anything less and you’re considered a gentrifier
Celebrate The Service Industry at the 2016 Bar Worker’s Ball!
UNITED IN NIGHTLIFE! Calling all ginslingers, barbacks, servers, deejays, bouncers, dancers, party photographers, hat checks, swampers, and anyone and everyone who works in this great city’s nightlife! Entrance is FREE for all you service workers and friends! FREE Anchor Steam Beer provided by Broke-Ass Stuart for the first hour of
A Day in the Life of a Bike Messenger
Courier: Notes from a Modern Day Bike Messenger Usually, when I tell people I’m a courier, they are too polite to correct me. ‘A career what?’ they ask. I restate that I am a cuhr-EE-yuhr, and they nod, then ask after my weekend plans. To the average San Franciscan, ‘courier’
12 Ways You Can Help the Homeless
Guest post by Meghan Murphy from HandUp.org HandUp is direct giving for homeless people and others in need in your neighborhood. Your donations are redeemed for basic needs like food, clothing, and medical care through their partner organizations. Learn more here. It can be an overwhelming feeling to not know
Martuni’s, Zuni Cafe and It’s Tops Cafe: Old Glory in San Francisco’s Navel
Highway 101 blows a continual load of cars onto a zone of central San Francisco difficult to define. Not the Mission, not QUITE the Castro, nor Hayes Valley (although realtors would disagree with that), and not precisely the newly-minted “Mid-Market” either, it’s an odd knot of sinew connecting a variety