Breaking Points — Act I: Relationships

During a dimly lit dinner 800 ft above ground on the Las Vegas Stratosphere Tower Restaurant, my partner and I discussed our future as we enjoyed the 360 degree view of the city. Some nights we preferred sleeping outdoors, so we would grab a couple bottles of wine and sleep on the beach underneath the starry night. My most treasured date was the adventure we embarked on when we woke up at five in the morning and hiked ten miles to a secluded bridge where we bungee jumped 140 ft....

Rare Frequency — Music In 2016 Is The Wild West

In 2016, artists and music lovers have grown accustomed to the idea of surprise albums. Every few weeks it feels like the internet loses its mind over another under-the-radar surprise release that people claim is the end all, be all of music. In 2013, Beyoncé, or “Queen Bey” as her notoriously rabid fan base “The Beyhive” call her, created a seismic shift in the music industry when she dropped her self-titled visual album, Beyoncé without notice. The album, which went on to be a colossal double-platinum hit, was instrumental in...

Growing and Knowing

As I watched media coverage of the neighborhoods filled with people who look like me — people of color — awaken from a restless slumber, I was mesmerized. The consciousness flowed through the protests in almost all of our cities, fierce, like electricity zapping through and animating frankenstein’s monster. The next step was clear: We need to be able to do everything for ourselves. The idea of depending on anybody for personal needs was bred into me as unacceptable, and yet somehow I found myself relying solely on outside sources...

Femininity As A Decisive Tool For Change

Do you ever wish you could handcraft your perfect presidential candidate, then convince the whole country voting for this candidate would ensure all their needs — political, social, environmental, and emotional — would be met? It’s the twenty-first century, why aren’t handcrafted candidates a thing? My perfect candidate would be empathetic down to her core, would act morally without an agenda, level with her potential voters, express herself freely, and use her femininity to help heal our country’s wounds, all the while appealing to voters on both sides of the...

Write What You Read – The Writer’s Block

By: Stephanie LaRue I’m going to let you in on a secret. It’s a big one, too. It’s a secret that could damage my credibility. It might even get my writer’s card revoked.   I’m not a big reader. I can count the number of books I read when I wasn’t in school on one hand. Hell, I haven’t even read all the Harry Potter books.   That’s my label: A writer who doesn’t read. It’s like a chef who doesn’t eat. It doesn’t make much sense.   Don’t get...

Perspectives of an international student in San Francisco

By: Janisara Katanyutaveetip Before we get started, let me tell you a little bit about myself. My name is Janisara Katanyutaveetip. I get asked about my name all the time because it’s long and hard to pronounce. I will make things easier for you: just call me “Janis”. I’m an international student from Bangkok, Thailand. I lived there almost my whole life until I decided to come to San Francisco as an international student. I chose to major in journalism because I didn’t want to deal with Math and Science,...

When Push Comes To Shove

By: Michelle Tran A crowd of people cheer on from the stands while women in eye-catching uniforms and black bottoms fearlessly skate their way through the track in hopes of gaining points for their team. One man yells, “Go Frightmare!” She hears the chant, which brings a radiant grin through her face. As their skates glide on the concrete floor, the ladies bump and shove each other to the ground, all in the name of the game that is roller derby. In 2008, Stephanie Griffith didn’t have much knowledge of...

The Writer’s Block with Stephanie LaRue

By: Stephanie LaRue My writing “career” started when I was 14 years old. I kept a notebook of what I called poetry, but was really prose about boys and why they didn’t like me. It was a composition notebook that I got for science class, but never used. The cover was wrapped in silver duct tape and covered with scribbles of my favorite Dashboard Confessional lyrics. One time I left it on the coffee table and my mom read it. She asked me about the “senior with the truck,” and...

Perspectives of an International Student in San Francisco

By: Janisara Katanyutaveetip Before we get started, let me tell you a little bit about myself. My name is Janisara Katanyutaveetip. I get asked about my name all the time because it’s long and hard to pronounce. I will make things easier for you: just call me “Janis”. I’m an international student from Bangkok, Thailand. I lived there almost my whole life until I decided to come to San Francisco as an international student. I chose to major in journalism because I didn’t want to deal with Math and Science,...

Seizing Life

By: Pricilla Salahuddin Shake it off. Blink. It’s not happening. I promise. You’re still here. These things go through my mind when I feel like someone is intensely looking at me. It’s that same kind of look that I confusingly woke up to over and over again when I was 15 years old. That look still haunts me. I used to be traumatized by ambulance sirens too. Every time I heard them I had to pinch myself and tell myself that it was not me in the back of that...

You Might Be An Atheist

“As you know we atheists are a happy lot, we’re deeply moral but we don’t have a mountain of artificial guilt. We do feel guilty about our misdeeds but we don’t consider them sins. Well how about you then? Might you been an atheist?”
 - Daniel Dennett in a speech titled “How to tell you’re an atheist” By: Joshua Mobley If you are reading this and you don’t consider yourself a religious person, there is a chance you are probably an atheist. Even if you say “well I’m an agnostic,...

A Slice of Sports with Liz Carranza: I Got Love for Woodson

Photo by Martin Bustamante   By Liz Caranza As I walked up the ramp, the smell of steak and bacon wrapped hot dogs filled the air as a sea of silver and black cheered “Raiders!” I couldn’t stop smiling because, after a year, I was finally reunited with my Raider Nation family. I was finally home. I could not wait to get inside the stadium to watch my team play against our AFC West division rival the Kansas City Chiefs on Sunday, and, most importantly, watch my favorite Oakland Raiders...