The air is chilly on this early, quiet San Francisco morn. The seasonal cold wet blast which creeps annually down from the north has officially arrived.








A San Francisco cabbie has to make the decision whether to get up butt ass early to gamble on some prodigal son heading to the airport trying to make it home to L.A. in time for the festivities, or sleep in.

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What’s your take on Thanksgiving, American disinfonauts? Do you love all that overeating and American Football on TV, not to mention time spent with family? Mitchel Cohen (writer, activist, poet, former chair…

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Enter the strange world of the Aetherius Society, via Mel Magazine: In 1954, a London cabbie named George King received a telepathic communication from an extraterrestrial intelligence named Master Aetherius: “Prepare yourself! You…





In a recent interview, the apparently outspoken actor, Michael Shannon, was quoted as saying “If you’re voting for Trump, it’s time for the urn”, a statement that resonates with those of us who…


I must say that the difference between what I thought was happening and what is actually happening is staggeringly different. It’s served as a reminder of the importance of looking into things ourselves and being very cautious about the narratives we allow to rule our minds and hearts.


Detour Passengers, I’m down with the flu, folks. And there’s been a cold rain and grey clouds hovering over San Francisco in recent days – both figuratively and literally. So, your driver…






Eh, if I’m gonna be up, I might as well work. Despite its 4:15 medallion, I suspect my beautiful Prius, Citizen’s Cab #26, will be at the lot waiting idle and lonely for its driver. Me.