You know you’re headed in the wrong direction when you think “This mani-pedi the most zen thing I’ve done in months.”
The San Francisco Bay Guardian prints its last issue tomorrow. There goes the Bay Area’s best alternative weekly.
This is what happens when you hand over the fate of the world to a socially autistic economist: Watching Tilda Swinton, I kept thinking, how was she not in Harry Potter? … Continue reading
Both Le Tote and Stitch Fix kick off with style surveys to hone in on your tastes, but no algorithm could accommodate for preferring to march to the beat of my own drum.
hort story anthologies became a primary source of discovery for me only in the last year or so. It’s obvious, but they’re often filled with fantastic writers in semi-bite sized pieces. Slow … Continue reading
I thought I was watching True Blood in a white colorway until the intro ended and the script, story, and characters turned out to not suck.
The girl is reading off an iPad Mini wrapped in some homemade, handsewn-looking tablet sleeve. She’s sharing the screen with her beau, which is sweet, right? Wrong.
Hey, You! Yes, you. The one who is awake at 5 am on a Saturday. I don’t know if you noticed, but I could use some rearranging. Yes, yes, I … Continue reading
I have issues with solo exercise. I can’t just “pick up and go” despite how spontaneity is one of the major perks to both methods of transportation/recreation. Basically it’s because I’m totally chicken shit.