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Your weekly round up of need-to-knows and San Francisco gossip....
Your weekly round up of need-to-knows and San Francisco gossip....
Since moving to San Francisco from Southern California many years ago, my tolerance for sitting in a car has steadily diminished....
Joey the Cat is a skeeball champion, lighting designer (using fanny packs), and really nice guy....
C ollege buddies, lawyer friends, retired hippie pot growers, in-laws…...
I checked listings daily, made spreadsheets of the ones my fiancé Jon and I both liked, and every Sunday we went religiously to open houses....
People either regale me with stories about the one time they went to a powwow because their great-great-great grandfather was 1/16th Cherokee, or people start singing “Just around the Riverbend.”...
So you’ve had a few too many and in your drunken state, you realize the best way to combat that impending hangover is to eat....
The Dodgers?! That’s like breaking up with someone and then texting them pictures of you sleeping with the person that tormented them in high school....
Admittedly, I am a product of suburbia. In eastern Ohio, the bus was something only crazy people rode (not that Muni is void of those); and people didn’t walk anywhere unless they had a DUI; and there certainly wasn’t such a thing as rent control....
I’m always looking for ways to make my commute to the city from Oakland more interesting and luckily, just when I was tired of playing “to sit or not to sit,” I stumbled upon this gem on Reddit of BART in the world of Super Mario Brothers 3....
I was born in Oakland in 1986. My first memory isn’t the most beautiful one, but I think a lot of people can relate....
The last place I thought I’d end up was Walnut Creek. “There’s no way,” I’d cough to my friends as we passed around a TAP Plastics–made bong....