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A Letter of Gratitude to San Francisco
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A Letter of Gratitude to San Francisco

San Francisco is a NorCal city brimming with reasons to go on walks and sponge up the city — all while reflecting on moments of gratitude. Oh, San Francisco: You’re such a wondrous and wild, magical and maddening, delicate and duplicitous creation. I celebrate your individuality daily; I also bemoan your dystopian quirks quite often. But you’re home for me: My touchstone that I’m forever grateful to have stumbled upon. As you know, I began our relationship while residing in my car. On an emotionally charged whim, I packed up my 2008 Prius and came your way by going west from Austin, Texas, still plastered on the promise poured by a hefty, albeit temporary, content contract. That nearly 2,000-mile drive — the longest one-way road trip I’ve ever taken and will probably ever take — would pr...
Remembering an Afternoon in San Francisco Without Instagram
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Remembering an Afternoon in San Francisco Without Instagram

San Francisco is a city filled with IRL treasures that exist with or without an IG update; two years ago, that sentiment came fully into frame. Far too many of my days are spent inside my otherwise charming domicile. Time tends to collapse in there, typing away at my keyboard, the available space in my Google Drive inching closer to capacity. There’s one specific parrot that will routinely perch on a ledge outside my window — the only one in the apartment; a glass pane that opens up to a concrete pillar where rain refracts onto the potted plants below — alerting me to life outside. Comically, this shrill animal we humans commonly cage for our amusement is conceivably freer, less caged than I am. That same bird visited my window that day in October of 2021 when day Facebook (which I...
I Walked 8 Miles South From San Francisco’s Ocean Beach
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I Walked 8 Miles South From San Francisco’s Ocean Beach

What started out as an excuse to get some fresh air turned into a geological scavenger along San Francisco's largest beach. It’s not hard to get to Ocean Beach in San Francisco — just go west in the city — but it still seems a little remote. Miles-long, cold, foggy, and forbidding, Ocean Beach is often greeted with a disinterested shrug compared to its more glamorous cousins Baker Beach and Crissy Field. But when you’re there, you really feel like you’re at the end of a continent, especially at night, when the sea is speckled with the lonely lights of little boats. And it’s even more frightening to know that it’s only the northern tip of a nearly 12-mile stretch of beach that extends all the way to the Daly City–Pacifica border. Starting place: The southern parking lot at Ocean Beach....
On Soft Surrendering at San Francisco’s Fort Funston
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On Soft Surrendering at San Francisco’s Fort Funston

San Francisco is latticed with places perfect for contemplation; Fort Funston is just such a bastion to sit back and let the world wash over you. It’s a common practice of mine now to take a last-minute hike before some lengthy air travel departing from San Francisco. Having missed the Christmas holiday with my family — the byproduct of a series of bleak events that ran the gamut from odious price hikes and multi-day cancellations to the first signs of Omicron’s grip on San Francisco — I was hesitatingly eager to return back on the East Coast. But this looming trip comes with a specific heaviness; that unmistakable weight afforded by apparent goodbyes. The past three years have seen the health markers for various members of the family decline at a dizzying rate. My maternal grandmo...
When I First Moved to San Francisco, I Lived in My Car
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When I First Moved to San Francisco, I Lived in My Car

What started as a fresh start in San Francisco turned into an exercise in proving to myself what I need... and what I don't need. When I first came to San Francisco in 2016, I didn’t have a renting situation set in stone (to put it lightly). Before making the 28-odd-hour trip from Austin, I had thrown everything deemed necessary in the back of my ’08 Prius and trashed the rest. While I had a job and somewhat of a soft savings pillow to fall back on, I wasn’t interested in too quickly surrendering it all to an Outer Richmond studio space while I was still finding my footing. At that time, too, San Francisco was in the midst of its Tech Bro era — and the nose-bleeding rents followed in tandem. For those first three months in the city, I technically had a roof over my head, but that roof ha...
On Lessons Learned From My Digital Detox in San Francisco
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On Lessons Learned From My Digital Detox in San Francisco

My tech-free weekend in San Francisco technically failed  — because I have the navigational awareness of a pet store goldfish. But overall, the quest helped me see the light (with fewer blue wavelengths). Like so many of us, I spend an inordinate amount of my time in front of a screen, the glare of my fully lit laptop or iPhone an ever-looming presence in my life. I can’t think of any one day, since maybe I was thirteen years old, that’s been spent without this type of technology in front of my face. Frankly, that’s a shackling thought that stops me squarely in my tracks: the realization of just how many hours of my life technology has gobbled up in place of actual human contact. It’s easy to justify our behavior. Our addiction. Take a look around — people standing in line at Whole Fo...
This SF Matriarch of Chinese Cuisine Gave the Best Advice on Life
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This SF Matriarch of Chinese Cuisine Gave the Best Advice on Life

It's been over two years since Cecilia Chiang — a beloved fixture in SF's Chinese gastronomy — passed away at 100 years old; her evergreen advice on how to live a "long, fruitful" life remains something to return to, time and time again. The ’50s and early ’60s were years filled with humdrum East Asian food here in the States; most Americans synonymized “authentic” Chinese cuisine with oil-slicked chow mein and bland chop suey. Much like the microwavable TV dinners of those eras, Chinese cuisine was more of a means to an end rather than an exploration of refined flavors and preparations. But Cecilia Chiang — who came to the United States from China in 1949, fleeing the Japanese during World War II to then travel almost 700 miles on foot toward safety — changed the very notions of what we...
What It Was Like Photographing San Francisco’s ‘California Henge’
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What It Was Like Photographing San Francisco’s ‘California Henge’

Like many things in San Francisco: Karl The Fog found a way to insert himself into the happening... to much frustration. I’ve unceremoniously evolved into a morning person since late February. I wake up before 5:30 a.m. on most days during the week, greeting the soft sliver of the morning sun as it slices through my singular kitchen window. Or out on a morning run to remind me of the mobility this bag of proteins and enzymes poses. Rarely, on either of these regular occasions, do I admire the sunrise. Saturday, April 8th, couldn’t have been more detached from that solar inattentiveness: My eyes and iPhone were glued to the eastern horizon. “Here I was thinking I’d be the only one to sit on this intersection right now,” I say to a stranger on my left. I had climbed the two steep bloc...
On Ambling Into Spring Days in San Francisco
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On Ambling Into Spring Days in San Francisco

Springtime in San Francisco exists as a transitional point of regeneration and revival — a time when we slowly shed our winter ambivalence for summer's renaissance. Days like today spring exist on stretches between wide trunks and etched memories. Spaces that fill the expanses left open between left and right feet lunging up staircases. A muted ease in the bang of screen doors. warm April twilights found in familiar translations; the cry of a raven the dripping bathroom sink; the wind caught inside his jacket; stroke of a falling leaf to your shoulder bare, freckled by time, mortality’s patina. Your body is, somehow, here wrinkled and creased. Like inked notes. Inside used books. Bought online. Feet hit cool wooden pathways an anvil to the paperweight that holds bac...
‘The Whale’ Urged Us to Confront Our Own Fatphobia
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‘The Whale’ Urged Us to Confront Our Own Fatphobia

And we, as a society, failed miserably. And we continue to fumble over our misteps. Darren Aronofsky’s The Whale boasts, arguably, one of the greatest performances in the history of cinema by Brendan Fraser as a severely morbidly obese (a medical term used by the United States National Library of Medicine) man named Charlie, who suffers from major depression and binge eating; the performance recently nabbed Fraser an Oscar for "Best Actor" during the 2023 ceremony. The film itself, as a whole, is spectacular, as well, and an unprecedented look at the link between these two disorders and how they can lead to severe morbid obesity. However, some critics have ignorantly misjudged this film as a misrepresentation of the morbidly obese, focusing solely on the film as a portrayal of the cond...