After what has seemed like the longest spring training in history, opening day is finally here. Nope, I'm not talking about baseball. I am talking about our sheriff, Ross Mirkarimi, and finally we can get this whole trial underway.
Gay coming-out novels are a dime a dozen. But The World of Normal Boys is something else. It's a detailed exploration into the consciousness of a 13-year-old boy as he struggles to figure out who he is meant to be.
Does it seem that lately we are waiting longer and longer to save things that mean something in this town?
Chances are you've seen the finely-coiffed Ben Flajnik lately, gracing the pages of every celebrity rag in publication. Want the skinny (dip) on his favorite haunts in the city? Yours truly investigates.
Some victory laps are expected, and some are not. S.F.'s agreement with the America's Cup organizers is finally going to the full Board of Supervisors next week. Many are relieved, but the manner of this victory lap is particularly odd.
Joy Carlin has directed the Bay area premiere of Body Awareness with a keen sensitivity to the kinds of remarks that can quickly escalate a misunderstanding to the point where two people might seem close to ending a relationship.
As much as we talk about economic tax breaks, historical districts, and other "drivers" of our economy, the reality is the lifeblood of our future is these kids. Schools like De Marillac anchor a neighborhood in a way that no legislation ever will.
If there is one thing we San Franciscans love talking about, it's those hallowed days of yore. It makes me wonder: Did those people back then think they were in the good old days?
I've always loved vintage kitchen gadgets. I have scoured thrift stores and flea markets for that really cool rare find since my youth. Nowadays, there just isn't as much great stuff out there. Thank God for Cookin'.
What does it mean to be a native San Franciscan? Such an easy question, and yet I was unable to get my arms around it.
Having fun yet Mister Mayor? Somewhere along the line, you must have realized that there is no grace period for this job. And worse, that there is no place to hide.
The Film Noir Festival currently underway at the Castro Theater in San Francisco concludes Sunday with a tribute to Dashiell Hammett, the author of The Maltese Falcon and other classic works of detective and crime fiction.
The Gold Dust Lounge is one of the venerable old watering holes downtown, which used to be littered with them. Now, like many other cities, downtown is turning into a glorified mall, and the saloon is being forced out for yet another clothing store.
Besides this being the possible end to a progressive golden boy, could this also be a Waterloo for the progressive movement in San Francisco?