This goes out to all the dreamers who have dreamt of permanent creative maker spaces in the Bay Area. While the fabric of The Bay Area’s artistic communities has repeatedly been at risk of being pushed out, a newly formed space called Seaport Studios in Richmond is here to stay.

Two tarnished cat dolls sit opposite one another and exchange silent squeals. Their fur is matted and mottled with age, yet their crimson lips appear freshly lacquered. The cat on the right inexplicably raises an arm, exposing a yellowed tag with loose threading. As seemingly promised by the Oakland post-punk

Anna Wiener was a Silicon Valley insider with an outsider’s disposition.  Her 2020 memoir, Uncanny Valley, documents her observations as an employee across three tech startups during the 2010’s, a pivotal decade for the tech industry and the world at large.  Unlike so many young college grads (and dropouts) eager

No matter who you are or how little you care about Hollywood tabloid bullshit, you know Will Smith slapped the shit out of Chris Rock. And, like everything else that hits social media, people have opinions. And most of those opinions are stupid.  Here’s a summary of some of the

The Bay Area is well known for its rich history in the arts… as a local comedian, I sometimes find myself humbled, getting to perform on a stage, or in a room where you can almost feel the presence of performances that have long been over, a lingering energy that intoxicates and lets you know, this place… is sacred.

“What if we lived in a world where we were celebrated instead of seperated? What if instead of being made to feel less than, we were raised up? What if we felt worthy? What kind of new horizons would we imagine then? These are the questions that burn in my

Few artists within San Francisco have become a permanent fixture here and Sirron Norris is one of them. His blue cartoon bears are hard to miss in The Mission but you’ll also find his work scattered around the city. The relatable and sweet disposition of Sirron Norris’ dynamic bears will

BY CURT HOPKINS I’m not a collector. Of anything. Everything I have I use, including my books. The one possible exception are my bookmarks, though I guess I use those too. But it feels like a collection, albeit a small one. I have been to all but a few of the