Commuting: SF State from Outside San Francisco

She is sitting cross-legged on the wooden floor, leaning towards her long mirror as she carefully applies a thick coat of eyeliner. Katy Perry’s “California Gurls” is playing in her cave-like room. She grabs her black jacket, purse, and heads off for a night out with friends. She pulls her scooter from the garage to the driveway and when she turns it on, she realizes the meter is not working. “You’ve got to be kidding me,” Kaela PerLee says to herself. Annoyed, she makes her last attempt knowing in the...

Life Online

She makes her way home on the 9X, a Muni bus line of questionable sanitation, and trudges upstairs. First thing she does is open her MacBook Pro, simultaneously checks her three e-mail accounts and of course, Facebook, for any new messages or notifications. She thinks of a boy she used to date and immediately jumps to his Facebook page. She searches through his recent status updates for any incriminating evidence to reassure herself of the decision to stop seeing him. She looks through some of his posted pictures and ends...

Rebel Tongues Find Their Voice

If the glowing yellow walls could talk, they would echo every story uttered in broken tongues. The walls are silent today, but every first Friday of the month, the multitude of stories told over Hip Hop instrumentals along with the low hum of acoustic guitars breaks through those walls and out onto the streets, where poetry smells like the trailing aromas of hot tortillas and carne asada mixed with weed smoke. For decades, a vibrant literary arts and open mic scene has flourished in San Francisco. From the beat poets...

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...