living in SF
Could Hank Williams and The Clash get along? At The Mill, my neighborhood's newest coffee shop, they shared time on the speakers as a dozen focused craftspeople mixed flour and water, and carefully prepared pourover drip. Alright, The Mill is no mere coffee shop. They serve Four Barrel
drinking
She's naked right now. She always sleeps naked. Hot breath on your neck. She'll work up your appetite, then take you by the hand down Clement.
banality
The first time we went, he lent me his newest, best pair of boots. Last weekend, he had me try the old ones, which strangled my feet. So when Diego stopped at Mtn Mike's, across the street from the Squaw Valley parking lot, to rent a board, I
FOMO Friday
Today I'm launching a new semi-regular feature on the blog, similar to my Monday Movie Review posts: FOMO Friday. Partly, these posts are designed to overcome a common obstacle of blogging everyday: when the weekend rolls around I want to be out doing stuff, not inside blogging about
banality
Saw this on the sidewalk around the corner: That's worse than a spiderweb. These things are too fragile.
drinking
Last week I got this email invite from one of my favorite Internet writers, Charlie Jane Anders from io9 and Tor: You cannot handle the subversive raptures of February's Writers With Drinks! Your buffers will overrun. You will be dividing by zero! Luckily, we serve alcohol, which helps
overheard in cafes
"Hey! What are you reading today?" Some guy at Bean Bag was asking the woman sitting across from me. It was crowded around lunchtime last Wednesday, so she and I had split up our table: me with my laptop and coffee and she with her paperback book and
girls
San Francisco is a jealous harlot and after seething at my blog posts from Texas for four days, she flashed me a little skin to remind me what I was missing. I'd been back less than 24 hours, and it being a warm, blue-sky day, Scott and I
Corin
We walked into the Thirsty Nickel because we thought we heard good music and we didn't leave for three hours. Nirvana, STP, Alice in Chains, Pearl Jam, Gin Blossoms, R.E.M. and all the standards from our adolescence.
food
"Jay-Z didn't like walking out the front and around to the side. So he paid to have a door put in. He had that door built it in one day."
drinking
First they lure you in with a young, beautiful girl who seems to want to hang out with a group of five 30-year-old guys all night at a salsa club. She walked over to us. Tall, glowing, maybe 23. We were at the front table in a bar, rocking out
Corin
We got in a cab to go to Chuy's today and asked our driver what we HAD to do in Austin. "Drink Lone Star beer!" he said, in a booming Caribbean accent. "Yeah?" asked Corin, "We were drinking that last night!" "