Everything is tacos. Have I ever had a life without tacos? What was my first taco like? Will I ever not have a taco again?
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Interview by Arielle Mullen I’ve known ian Ruddell from afar for a few years, in that Chico way of having seen or been introduced to everyone at least once. During my last semester at Chico State I was lucky enough to land an internship at Stonewall Alliance, a local nonprofit dedicated to being a resource […]
It’s Like My Dad Always Said, “To Make An Omelette, You Have To Raise A Few Chickens. And Then You Have To Slaughter Those Chickens-Yes, Son, That’s Blood. Please Stop Crying. Do You Want To Eat Or Not?”
“I’m afraid I can’t let you into Canada, Sean.” I had been mentally toiling under the certainty of hearing these exact words for the last two months, preparing myself for the long drive north to end in a gigantic neon “NO” emblazoned across the the skyline at the U.S.- Canada border; but after a week […]
It is with an overall sense of profound appreciation that I write these words. Thank you to everyone who’s ever walked through my door and every advertiser who wrote a check to help support this dream.
by Max Sidman | I stared at the words on the screen for a minute before I could reply, a thousand thoughts and memories rushing through my mind during that hesitation.
by Maurice Spencer Teilmann | Here’s the straight poop on five of my favorite/most memorable/most cringe-worthy things I did during my nine years writing and editing at Synthesis
by Jake Sprecher • Originally Published Sept. 2007 | Sing your love and happiness; sing all of it.
Every day she would walk up and down the Esplanade
Print is fucking dead. The written word and human experience are alive and well.
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While we are celebrating our freedom from slavery, I would like to take a few moments to remember the people still trapped in slavery’s clutches
If we don’t appreciate this totally fantastic human diversity, these strange unexplored corners, they don’t exist for us, our worlds are smaller, and we are less for it. And then, one day, they’re gone.
As a child, I could spend all day knocking around the neighborhood, maybe going home to eat, maybe not, but my family didn’t hear from me for hours on end, which was fine with me. Now such a thing is unthinkable.
Let’s start from the beginning: how the fuck did I get a column? Where am I? Why does it hurt to breathe? All good questions.
Bad dreams, undulating testes, mid-life crisis and the end of an era
I’m sure with my impressive portfolio I’ll immediately be snapped up by one of the greats, like The National Enquirer or Dog Fancy. Actually, if any of you “know a guy” there, hook it up.
Festival season kicks off early and with style at Lake Tahoe Words and Photos by Alan Sheckter The Winter WonderGrass festival’s first foray into California, outdoors at Squaw Valley at Lake Tahoe, came through with flying colors, March 20-22. The boutique festival that boasted many of the West’s hottest pickin’ and grinnin’ Americana jam bands […]