Sep 23, 2013 | Life Hacks
It was one of those San Francisco drizzle dusks where you couldn’t tell where the fog ended and the rainclouds started. Dressed in a black trench coat, I met an old colleague outside the warm glow of a Brasserie sign. It was time to confide a dark secret. “You’ll...
Sep 9, 2013 | Uncategorized
“I’ll never go to Burning Man,” I always said. “It’s full of hairy armpit hippies having orgies in the dust while hallucinating.” I loathed the people in San Francisco that called themselves “burners.” You know the type-those wide eyed patchouli wearers that made...
