BY LAUREN PARKER Photos by Jolene Engo and Julie Lanyi Sentient Engine’s beginnings are two intertwining love stories, and one of them was with an air cannon. Sentient Engine, a DIY maker space in a West Oakland warehouse that opened in fall 2020, has one mission according to co-proprietor Zane

Ambrose Trataris aka Destroy Herr struts around a multicolor stage at CounterPulse, resplendent in a reality all his own. No really, he’s doing a drag performance utilizing Virtual Reality to activate an avatar behind him. This performance is the result of the ARC Combustible a residency that gives artists space

As we waded through the mud toward our camp, my campmate’s ham radio suddenly experienced an overabundance of activity. It was a bit hard for me to hear the exact words but a woman’s voice broke through and said something that stopped us in our tracks, “There are reports of

San Francisco’s Forgotten Cemeteries, A Buried History by Beth Winegarner is the historical account of one city’s failure to their dead. As a kid growing up in San Francisco, I remember hearing various stories from my grandparents about the cemeteries and their demises. Bodies being moved from one end to

Damn it feels good to be a Californian. While states all over the country have passed a record number of anti-transgender laws this year, California is set to once again be the progressive leader in Unite States by celebrating Transgender History Month. At noon on Wednesday, September 6th, State Assemblymember

By Jerucifer, Arts & Events Editor If you like to laugh, or love to see art, this week is going to tickle you pink! We have another giveaway for an incredible new musical, so be sure to get your entry in NOW, it’s gonna be a great show. The 90s are

San Francisco can be a heartbreaking place to be a business or a patron, but it’s not all doom and gloom; sometimes your favorite businesses come back to life, and in the case of the Stud, that is exactly what is happening.  During the Pandemic, the Stud lost its location

By David Coppin-Lanegen Throngs of people pounded their feet against the stone pavement, their long scarves and long hair dyed wailing, schizophrenic colors. As they danced, Robin Pecknold of Fleet Foxes crooned, his voice blue and blending with the pink-orange sky and colorful people of The Greek, in Berkeley. Formally