On Thursday, August 22nd, The Bold Italic and Google+ Local brought our famous Microhood party to Hayes Valley (hood home to our own HQ) with Oh Hayes (Or as we like to say it in the office “Oh, Haaaaaay-es”)....
I had only two real experiences with mediation. I had a college roommate who, upon returning from a semester abroad in Ghana, suddenly became a Buddhist and spent the early mornings in the room next to mine ohming in a low monotone voice like a vacuum cleaner every morning....
San Francisco’s fondness for Paris can tip into cliché. A visit to one small corner of the city that gets it right instead....
In a city of start-ups that offer employees ice cream socials and creative hideaways, I wanted The Bold Italic to play ball with the big boys and have an office that reflected the personality of the staff....
On the nights that I wanted to throw in the towel during my years as a server, the kitchen is where I went to gather slivers of my sanity....
I can’t remember my first Bloody Mary, and there are only two likely explanations for that....
Despite these radical differences, one thing we do agree on (besides that we want to spend our lives together, awww ) is that most weddings are stupid and impersonal....
By Ashwin Seshagiri...
It all started with an ad in the Bay Guardian for Bender’s sushi happy hour. I had always known about it in the back of my head, as well as another sushi night at the Knockout in the Mission, both run by the same guy, but I had never gone....
