So we went to the beach in Santa Barbara and afterward, I was shocked by the tar on the sole of my feet and my ruined socks. No one mentioned there’s tar on the beach, and I don’t recall seeing any kind of a warning, but I did clock the fugly oil rigs in the […]
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Ruth
I was today years old, when I learned a lot more about artist Ruth Asawa. I knew that she repped the Bay; she was born in Norwalk in 1926 and died in San Francisco 12 years ago. That she inspired and supported Ruth’s Table, a community arts initiative for older adults located in the Mission. […]
Excuse You
There were whole-ass empires south of the border once. Read a book. Read several books.
Amen
A comportarse, Peru! El Papa León XIV ha entrado con fuerza, guiando los ojos de la Tierra hacia el ombligo del mundo, nuestro querido país. (Chiclayo in the house!) Pero Santa María, Madre de Dios. En esta economía, en esta situación? Del caos más obscuro brilla la Luz. Este es el reto de ahora en […]
Say Her Name
Breonna Taylor lived. She existed. And she came to mean something. Not only because Black Lives Matter but because she mattered. Still does. Five years after her death, some people would have you forget about her. But you cannot. You may not. Thanks to artists like Amy Sherald – whose (first) career retrospective, American Sublime, […]
Stop Men. Stop the Madness
The people have spoken. Well, at least, one person has. Stop men. You know the ones. Stop them. Stop the madness. And the world will be as one.
A Postcard Through the Light
A most analog picture taken with a pair of hands, a vintage pair of Warby Parker sunnies, and sunlight by the Bay. Simple, simple in a world of chaos.
San Francisco, 3.11.25
The United States of America isn’t the best country on Earth – stop saying that. It certainly has the most on the planet. There is a difference, and the propaganda that encourages y’all to think it’s the best robs you of the opportunity to consider the whys behind all this misunderstood privilege.
Sans Facebook
I deleted Facebook today. I can’t believe I had it 17 years. I was 17 years old, when I left home. Feels like a liberation again.
San Francisco, 2.12.25
Girl, we in danger. I’ll be deactivating Facebook shortly, but I want to remind you that just because they came in wearing red baseball caps that don’t mean that they are not theocratic fascists to reckon with. I encourage you to invest in your local newspapers, for their do still exist and provide an invaluable […]
King of Cups 