Anyone who has ever had pink eye knows how it works. You wake up one morning and your eye feels partially glued shut. The next morning it gets worse. All of a sudden your eye IS glued shut. Then it’s itchy. Then maybe it spreads to the other eye. Then you need some type of eye drops in order to make everything go back to normal.
It sucks, to say the least. Continue reading
I don’t remember when it happened, but sometime over the course of the past four years San Francisco became ‘home’ and where I came from became just that. Where there used to be ‘the place I grew up’ and ‘the place I live now’, there is now only San Francisco, my home.
For the sake of time, words, and relevance to this current post, I won’t go into all of the reasons I fell in love with San Francisco, but one of them includes the live music I’ve witnessed over the past few years. It’s something I can’t even fully articulate, but there’s a certain energy present at shows all around this city, and the only way to really know what I’m talking about is to experience it yourself. Continue reading
Facebook recently turned 10 years old, which by the way is pretty crazy! It got me thinking about my Facebook life, however. Whether it be the way I use Facebook, the things I post, or just the total amount of time spent on the site per day, a lot has changed in the 9+ years since I joined the site. Continue reading
Last week I wrote about how Macklemore — who won the Grammy for Best Rap Album, among other Grammys — texted that Kendrick Lamar really should have won. It looks like someone else wants to throw his hat into the ring. Continue reading
After the Super Bowl ended on Sunday night, Esurance aired a commercial advertising its “Save 30” campaign, which will award $1.5 million to one lucky person. The idea is that by purchasing the first ad spot AFTER the Super Bowl, Esurance saved 30% — or approximately $1.5 million — and wants to pass this savings along to the people. Continue reading
One of the earliest memories I can remember is being at my grandparents’ house on my last day as a four-year-old. I was sitting on their chair and my grandpa was reminding me how that would be the last day of my life that I would ever be four years old. Continue reading
1:00 PM on a Wednesday 