See what I did there? I referenced a poor excuse for a musical track by a washed up backup dancer to introduce something TOTALLY wicked awesome. For those unfamiliar with the idea of a POPOS, it’s an acronym standing for Privately Owned Public Open Spaces. Essentially, what they are places around the downtown San Francisco area which the… Continue reading POPOS-zao

No sense of place

I feel a little lost. Though I know physically where I am, I don’t know where I am in the sense of where I really belong. I love the Bay Area. Having lived here for three years, I’ve grown very fond of it’s people and its quirks. I love the many restaurants that dot the… Continue reading No sense of place