Hey, remember this guy? Turns out he’s been working on some pretty great poetry in his spare time… You can see for yourself right here, exclusively from the mind & pen of Omeed Boghraty.

Gentrification makes me skeptical.

A month of getting turned down by progressively shittier jobs is bad for your ego. You begin to embrace the fact, internalize it even. “I’m gonna live on ketchup and shitty beer,” you tell yourself while copy-pasting the same typo-filled cover letter into another email. Cut that shit out…

I had the craziest dream last night that I was Mila Kunis with a giant black swan tattoo on my back,
eating out Natalie Portman for what seemed like eternity. If only I were so lucky.

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NOV. 19th
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In Which I Try and Make Sense of My Baseball Team Owning My Soccer Team

Start by living somewhere else. Becoming either dissatisfied or overly ambitious. Read a lot of things about New York City on the Internet. One day, as your friends are splitting up large bags of cocaine into smaller bags, decide it’s time to move. You’ve slept with everyone you wanted to sleep with in this town anyway.

“My Life,” a new mural by local street artist, Eddie Colla, is set to be unveiled this coming Thursday, November 11th at Ma’velous Coffee & Wine Bar in San Francisco. The debut reception is set to run from 6pm-10pm. Admission will be free and open to the public.

Ben de la Cour started out playing in metal bands at the age of eleven in Brooklyn. At twenty-five years old he has been a boxer in Cuba, a busker in Paris, a janitor in a mental institution and the frontman for London-based doom-lunatics Dead Man’s Root with whom he released two albums. Now he’s gone acoustic & solo. You heard it here first.

Serious ‘Stache is thrilled to launch a sports section featuring regular contributions from Elijah Wolfson, Sean Conroy and Ray Hobbs. In light of the recent culmination of the 2010 World Series, this kick-off piece muses on what it means to be an ex-pat Yankee fan during playoff season in the Bay.