Full Steam Ahead
I am lying face down, completely naked, on a white towel on the second floor of a eucalyptus-scented Russian-style sauna....
I am lying face down, completely naked, on a white towel on the second floor of a eucalyptus-scented Russian-style sauna....
Greasy pans strewn around flour-encrusted countertops; trails of shriveled marijuana leaves spilling out of coffee grinders; empty boxes of Betty Crocker brownie mix everywhere....
“You’re lucky, Anisse, we got a flat tire and had to turn around.” That nail in the road saved me from my worst nightmare: communal living....
Twenty-ten was the year of very bad, horrible, no-good haircuts for me. There were four of them, each more tragic than the last....
Let’s take a trip down memory lane to our high school days, when we romped like dogs in heat and pounded a few too many beers....
Have you ever tried to pick out a good wine to go with your dinner? White with fish, red with meat, right?...
As a kid, there were a few basic food rules that my mom taught me to follow. Always buy avocados the day you plan to eat them, bite into tomatoes like apples during the summer, and make your cookies with nuts....
On the first Thursday of every month, something wicked and wild transpires in the Outer Mission....
I was hired at the end of last year to redesign The Bold Italic’s new offices. After we agreed that I’d take on the project, I couldn’t stop designing for them in my head....
While walking through the Castro, I spy two naked men outside of Peet’s on Market Street....
They are on the front lines, keeping the community constantly fueled. As a kid, I’d hang out in skate shops for hours, watching videos and reading magazines — and what skateboarder can resist checking out new shoes?...
The more you reduce, reuse, recycle, revamp, repurpose, and redefine, the better....