Longtime Companions
The sound of a sneezing rat was keeping me up at night. All would be silent, and then from across the room I’d hear it: a tiny “pff!” followed by two paws furiously wiping a fuzzy face....
The Jean Genies
By Emily Goligoski....
The Cutting Edge
It used to be that you could go to a barber, get a haircut, shave, and a tooth pulled....
America’s Cupping
Ritual Coffee Roasters on Valencia Street is the epicenter of San Francisco hipster life....
Party of One
Census Bureau, 56% of San Franciscans either live alone or with roommates in unrelated households....
Visiting SF’s Creepier Neighborhood Haunts
San Francisco is known for many things — organic food, fog, sandals-with-socks, tech companies, dive bars....
Beautiful Dead Things
The walls and shelves of Paxton Gate on Valencia are laden with dead things: rows of mounted heads, cases of skulls, hundreds of exotic insects behind glass....
The Unseen City
San Francisco is about as far west as you can go in the continental United States....
Pretty in Pink
My introduction to Lolita culture happened about 10 years ago. One of my Japantown rituals was to spend an hour flipping through all the pricey, cutting-edge Japanese fashion mags that I couldn’t afford at Kinokuniya Stationery....
Bookmobile
When I was a tweenager, the library was pretty much the greatest place on earth....
Fungus Amongus
Mycological Society of San Francisco member Curt Haney warned, pointing at the grass — without looking himself — where a still-fresh dog turd lay in waiting....
Time Warp
I’ve long been convinced that if only I had been a decade older and could have, dosed up on acid and ecstasy and dolled up in club kid attire, danced till dawn to Deee-lite at one of the many parties that dotted this city in the pre-dot com era, I could have died a happy man....