Cradling Civilization: Sharing culture in the face of stereotypes

Every Friday afternoon the basement of the students’ center at SF State becomes a place of expression and peace for the Muslim Student Association. Rhythmic and song-like, the group recites the five daily prayers from the Quran, the religious text of Islam. They form four rows of men, all on three feet wide and twenty feet long strips of bright red rugs. Women make up the last few colorful rows draped in pale yellow, red and blue. Barefoot, the group recites in a series of prostration, where one goes from...

Single in SF

It is Saturday night, and just like the week before you’re sitting in a bar, hoping to meet someone new or at least have a decent conversation. But all you see are the same faces and hear the same conversations. And as the night comes to an end you’re closer to your cocktail than any person and if you do happen to meet someone you’ll be so clouded by alcohol you may even forget you met them. My friend complains that being a full time student who works, she’s limited...

Campus Grub

It's a usual school day, and your classes are running dreadfully slow. Your stomach is growling from hunger, so after class you decide to swing by Cafe Rosso hoping to get a quick bite of food or a coffee before you run off to your next class. The only problem is, the line is as long as the eye can see as three long formation of students depicts that of a mad sale during black Friday. There is not always enough time, or food in your fridge, to pack a...

What’s Cooking in College?

It is a typical Tuesday night. Homework is piling up and the weekend is still days away. In times like these, a quick and easy home cooked meal is just what you need to make it through the homework-ridden night. You need things like a bowl of fresh guacamole to stuff yourself with, or a quick and spicy burrito you were able to cobble together from leftovers. The kitchen should be a place of comfort, the wafting smells of home cooking promising a fresh meal to recharge after a long...

Farmer’s Market

Fluorescent lights fill the windowless grocery store with an artificial glow that, from the inside, makes the time of day indeterminable. Products are crammed in every niche, save for aisles, while shopping carts congest the narrow walkways. Health conscious shoppers analyze the products, reading labels on prepackaged goods that have been taking up space on the shelves for as long as their sell-by date allows. The concept of the modern grocery has, for some, been both a blessing and a curse. No longer is it necessary to go to more...

Selling Junk, Building Community

San Francisco transplant Mark Swenson thrives by selling “junk” and found items in his SoMa warehouse. All kinds of random goods are piled high to the ceiling, and the Moving Sale sits atop SF’s thrift scene. But even more curious than the store’s endless contents is Swenson’s decades-spanning journey to where he is now, and his mission to put things in the hands of people who need them.

Where do you Poo?

Rafael Lopez swears by Burk Hall. Kyle Nicolos considers the top floor in the Fine Arts building his home base. Vincent Munoz declares that the men’s locker room is like a secret garden, and any Business major will adamantly maintain theirs are the best on campus. And if you ask any female at SF State, well, don’t ask because they don’t poop. Yes, good ‘ole number two. It happens. Whether you’re sitting in English 214, studying Physics in the Annex or eating lunch in the Student Center with that cutie...

Simple recipes for delicious home made bread and bagels

The bread is piping hot and emits a fragrant steam. It has been placed on the counter to cool. The crust is a light, crispy brown. The scents of oregano and garlic fill the room. Slice through the hard crust and the steam spirals up from the rustic loaf, revealing a soft center. Lather a layer of butter on and bask in the delight of fresh, homemade baked bread. The art of bread baking often seems daunting and difficult, but once the basics are mastered it just takes a little...

SF State Theater students shine with Shakespeare

The stage in the Studio Theater is softly illuminated in warm, yellow light. Ben Landmesser and Michael Saarela take the stage, ready to tackle the work of perhaps the world’s most famous playwright. Shakespeare’s The Two Gentlemen of Verona is the San Francisco State’s Players’ Club’s winter show, the first of many spring productions for the SF State theater department.

The Vista Room

Subdued classical music resonates in the background of the airy, oblique dining room. The walls, stark white, match the freshly pressed linens that line the tables, creating an almost blinding effect when illuminated by the midday light. Polished flatware, glinting wine glasses, and napkins, folded in the shape of a pyramid, adorn the dining tables, as do crystal salt and pepper shaker sets and small glass vases, filled with stringent scarlet carnations. Propriety aside, the aesthetic value of the restaurant is redeemed by the stunning views, for which the establishment,...

Live by the sword, die by the sword

Every Sunday they gather. At the Western end of Golden Gate Park in a small field, exists the Shire of Cloondara. Where people of all ages leave the realities of the present world behind and explore a distant time and place. They do so with metal armor, large sticks, swords, shields, heavy cloaks and a lot of humor. Here is where honor rules, cowards retreat, metal clashes and maidens morn the death of their knights with an iron plated heart.