We would hike up Telegraph Hill all the way to Coit Tower. We’d go past the parking lot to where you see the sweep of the Bay laid out and people clogging up the panorama posing for [...]
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By joshuacitrak, on October 16th, 2009 |
 The pool was in the center of Redwood Way Apartments. A palm tree planted by the hump of the kidney leaned out over it. She and I were diving under, grabbing at ankles trying to pull one another [...] By joshuacitrak, on July 10th, 2009 |
Never look at your favorite restaurant in the same way thanks to, “Cooking Dirty,” another tome in the long line of kitchen exposé books. Part memoir, part confessional, Jason Sheehan serves up the typical gross out “you won’t believe what happens before that souffle gets to your table” stories that inundate the foodie world. Sheehan, however, does it better than most, and importantly, doesn’t take himself too seriously as he chronicles his experiences during the long hours spent in commercial kitchens. [...] By joshuacitrak, on June 15th, 2009 |
I’ve got a bunch of reading dates coming up, let me hit you with just the first few. This Friday, June 19th at the Knockout on Mission. Starts at 7pm. Tuesday, June 230th, at the Blue Macaw on Mission. Starts at 7pm. By joshuacitrak, on April 15th, 2009 |
Call me a sucker. A rube. But, I just love it when Hemingway gets [...] By joshuacitrak, on November 28th, 2008 |
I didn’t know where I was going or how I thought I could find it, but I ended up in Seattle anyway. I’d had an epiphany. It sounded like my own voice, which I hadn’t heard in years. I once was lost, yeah, but that part about being found had really been confusing me. I [...] By admin, on October 10th, 2008 |
Though I’m only two stories into Well Tower’s first collection, “Everything Ravaged, Everything Burned”, the book is turning into a delightful find. Towers spins his prose with a quirky matter-of-factness making the odd and strange seem at home amongst the norm of everyday [...] By joshuacitrak, on April 14th, 2008 |
I was born in New York. I am a fan of baseball. There are only twenty people in this country that have the same last name as me. By joshuacitrak, on May 16th, 2007 |
“I’m in a trajectory of ascension,” he said, not looking me in the eyes as he slowly set down his glass. |
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