Who’ll Stop the Rain?

When it rains in the Tenderloin, it’s easy to lose your footing. Not only is the rain itself slick in this oft-forgotten neighborhood of San Francisco, but the sidewalks are so often coated with various debris that it mingles with…

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Out of the Woods

Just dropping a note to let everyone know that I am out of the woods (literally), having spent about 31 hours immersed in the woods and 41.5 hours without food. I wrote extensively in a notebook while I was out…

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Fry Day

It’s Friday, I’m in hate. I didn’t write anything here last Friday, save for posting the week’s final Duck and Cover. It was about an Embassy, which is supposed to be an extension of diplomacy and peace, being unable to…

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Save the Drama for Your Llama

When work feels like sixth grade, there’s really something wrong. I didn’t even go to sixth grade! Is this the penance I have to pay for that small feat of elusion? A house divided against itself cannot stand. So who’s…

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