I lost my job a month ago, and have been doing a big fat zip ever since. Actually, that's not entirely true: I've been applying for gigs and... More >>

"You've seriously only ridden BART once?" my friend asked me as we boarded. "Seriously?" "Yep," I replied. I suppose this was a fib. I think I... More >>

I got someone sent to prison this week. When all was said and done, I felt really sad about it. That night I cried for the young man, who looked... More >>

Boy, the Marina sure does get a lot of crap. It's the whippin' boy of S.F., full of people we look down our noses at and see as one big... More >>

"It's not good," my friend Fred says flatly. "They found a tumor in my head." The tumor sits on his pituitary gland and is about a millimeter... More >>

Whenever the question arises, "If you could have any superpower, what would it be?"— and for some inane reason this question comes up a lot... More >>

The more astute readers out there may have noticed that I tend to be, er, a bit depressive. I think one of my friends put it best when he said... More >>

Country charm. This is a term lovingly applied to just about everything homey in the Midwest. Need to put out a candy dish for guests? Why not... More >>

"Wow," my friend Shannon said. "There's a whole lotta Judge Reinhold–lookin' mofos up in here." I had to concur. Bacar was loaded with guys... More >>

Cabs are a crapshoot in San Francisco. It always burns my chuff, whatever that is, when I call to reserve one. First of all, the fact that I have... More >>