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thomas-burchfield's picture
Aug.22.2009
A few doors down from the almost barren corner of Adeline and 40th in Emeryville, California, stands the Café Biere, a friendly gleam of Europe that livens up the neighborhood and may be the next mecca for the Bay Area’s large swarm of serious beer connoisseurs. Its cozy room serves up one of the...
luis-blasini's picture
May.17.2009
Generally being hopped up on meth by the time I get home from work, I rarely go straight to bed unlike normal people that work a graveyard shift. Today was no exception.I got undressed and lay on my bed completely naked - staring at the orange stains on the ceiling paint from a leaky roof. I...
sam-barry's picture
Mar.17.2009
Every year at this time the police cordon off a city block here in San Francisco’s Financial District in preparation for the all-important celebration of Saint Patrick, who, according to legend, will be the judge of the Irish in the Last Days. The block basically becomes a large frat party, with...
hally-mcgehean's picture
Nov.10.2008
For years I was a coffee virgin. Unlike those Gilmore girls and their fashionably profuse coffee intake, I'd not so much as enjoyed mocha ice cream I was so java-free. My mother was a tea drinker exclusively and Dad's liquid diet consisted only of Pepsi and Heineken. I was ignorant of any other...
mary-bergin's picture
Oct.22.2008
Foodies know and care that authentic Champagne and Parmesan come from specific parts of France and Italy, respectively. Now the International Culinary Tourism Association is developing a website that will help travelers distinguish cities, states and countries by uniqueness of cuisine. When your...
chris-rodell's picture
Oct.14.2008
I had to explain what a hangover was to Josie on Saturday and I felt marginally proud that I’ve been able to conceal them from her for eight years. During those eight years I’ve had hundreds of punishing bouts with that self-inflicted misery. I used to think that one day the hangover would be...
mary-bergin's picture
Jul.19.2008
My borrowed bike has no gears or hand brakes, but there is little need for either. The terrain is rural and relatively flat, the traffic sparse, breeze gentle. Shade seems to appear whenever sunrays get annoying. So little exists to alarm or disengage the average rider’s rhythm. Forget the need to...
k-c-hudson's picture
May.21.2008
I don't know what happened, but I started drinking at my company Christmas party and I never stopped. It's mid-May, so  guess I'm a drinker now. My friend once prefaced a comment with, "This is probably just because I'm a 37-year-old mother, but..." and it was something about wishing she'...