Zach Goldbaum stands out in the crowd. He’s timid and white. He’s standing in a large group of young black men, who are just hanging out in their South Vallejo neighborhood. They’re conversing, smoking, shooting the shit. Nef The Pharaoh is one of the young men in the group who says, “…it’s

“Socialism never took root in America because the poor see themselves not as an exploited proletariat but as temporarily embarrassed millionaires.” – John Steinbeck When I was younger my family was too broke to take a vacation to Universal Studios. We had never been, and all really wanted to go. My

Art+Feminism is an international campaign to improve content on women and the arts on Wikipedia and encourage female editorship and participation in the online encyclopedia. San Francisco Art Institute is hosting a special satellite edit-a-thon in the Walter and McBean Galleries, currently home to A Living Thing, an installation by the artist Mel Ziegler. Throughout its run, A Living Thing offers a sanctuary for conversations, performances, debate, and acts of solidarity and resistance—through an open mic during all gallery hours, and an open call to anyone in the local community who wishes to contribute to the life represented by the flag.

I’ve decided to give up drunk texting booze for a month. I am on day 15 which is an accomplishment in and of itself. What prompted my temporary abstinence from the sauce?  A myriad of things, but to name a particular instance: last weekend I went to a party.  ‘Twas

You can’t spell San Francisco without a few exes. From the person you had a one-night stand with six years ago, to the one who suddenly stopped texting you after dating for a couple months, to the person you loved so completely that it nearly broke you: Running into people you’ve been involved with is an inevitability.

This originally appeared in my Broke-Ass City column in the SF Examiner. I wrote it the morning after the election. I still feel that the Democratic party is sabotaging itself by not taking hard left populist turn.   As I write this, it is a beautiful day in San Francisco. It’s in the

So. You’re in New York City. You’re pregnant. And you’d like to stop being pregnant. There are a number of ways you could have gotten here, and a number of ways you could feel about it. You could be single or partnered, younger or older, someone who already has kids