It’s a sad story, about the love between the city and a writer who wants to love the city, but just can’t remember how. Or maybe it’s not even that complicated.
Read on over at SFist.com for the final installment of Urbane Studies. Thanks for everything, guys.
What he says, times a thousand.
If you are going to repost my photos, don’t do so to call the people in them bums. Thanks.
All the better to kill you with, my typographer dears.
A good opportunity to reconsider your career trajectory. And by all means, consider “trajectory” in every sense of the word.
The Tenderloin Restaurant Map I did for nom-tlcbd. Few things I do will be better than that cow sitting in a bowl of Pho.
Maybe you wondered how this all started? A friend needed an illustration for her magazine, she tired of hearing me talking about mapping the city, told me to put my talk into ink. One very naive drawing later, the Society was founded—in Polk Gulch.
The problem with cool hunting, I told him, was that hunters killed what they stalked.
Milling it over for a couple seconds, he agreed, but added that I could make a helluva lot more money as a hit man than a librarian.
It’s a thin line between window dressing and nightmares these days.
Well, this is very exciting.
What I wouldn’t give for Hobo Hank to show up at the Bay Lights opening tonight.
“Hobo Hank” became a bit swell-headed when he learned he was to participate in the dazzling night parade of November 14. He was glad to emerge from his favorite haunts beneath railroad bridges in order to celebrate, with San Francisco and her guests, the opening of the San Francisco-Oakland Bay Bridge, November 12, 13, and 14.”
An Haiku Review of the 3rd Annual SF History Expo
People dig old stuff.
That guy has a big mustache!
More role play this year.
This week’s Urbane Studies should be accompanied by an over-sugared vanilla hazelnut coffee from Happy Donuts.
They almost have a genius idea on their hands, but for that possessive S.
PR & Marketing.
Political process in San Francisco is a messy racket, but at least you have something lovely to look at while you’re slogging through the shit.