I write to you, dear reader, from Fremont Street in Las Vegas, Nevada. Here at my hotel – the Golden Gate Hotel and Casino – I wait out the extreme midday heat, letting my somewhat brackish lunch digest. The room is decent; the bathroom is functional. Smoking is allowed so

Everyone has either been tuned into the Olympics, or at least, keeping count of the medals won. You could be a casual fan and tune in whenever boredom rears its ugly head, but there is at least one event or sport you try to keep tabs on. Either way, the

I’ve always felt good about Tuesday. It’s not Monday, so that’s already a good start. Wednesday is awkward and unnecessary unless you follow a half-day Wednesday schedule, in which case it’s awesome – like a weekend in the middle of the week! Thursdays are supposedly “thirsty” but then you wake

I mentioned them at the end of my last column, but let me officially introduce Donny and Dave. I met these two fellows up in the mountains a few weeks ago. Donny walked up first, and by his shuffling stroll, disheveled garb, and red-rimmed eyes, I presumed him to be

Part of living in San Francisco means having a love/hate relationship with Muni. On the plus side is the fact that it’s an affordable mass transit system that allows many of us to live a car free life. On the minus side is that it never quite works like it’s

It’s a gorgeous day in Raleigh, North Carolina. The sun is out, but he appears to be in hiding today. Are we feeling a little shy Mr. Sun? Or could it be that you’re on punishment? It’s almost as if Mother Nature deliberately arranged the clouds to shun the beaming

As a general rule, straying from the main drag for the purposes of late night calorie consumption would seem counterintuitive. As Fattmink mentioned in last week’s post, my neighbourhood, not as well-trafficked as other Mission environs, would definitely qualify as off the beaten path unless you consider “psych ward– close”

  Most of my wardrobe is not considered very high-fashion. It’s pretty convenient because I don’t want to spend my time getting ready. I am not very fashionable and I don’t care to be. Visiting clothing stores is always very stressful. The 12-year-old children who work at Forever 21 always