This is truly the best/worst thing I've seen all day:
- The candidate never looks into the camera
- There is a puppy wearing rabbit ears
- There is a puppy flying a plane
This is truly the best/worst thing I've seen all day:
(photo ripped off from Plan 59)
Ok my real boss (not KevMo) is quite literally throwing shit at me right now, so I gotta make this quick. Here's a few key points I picked up on while skimming this article (WHAT THE FUCK AM I, A JOURNALIST?!)
Do you think that PBR will undergo a shift in brand identity now that it's owned by a man who made his fortune managing brands like Chef Boyardee, Duncan Hines, Bumble Bee Tuna, and (S.F. SPOILER ALERT) Ghiradelli Chocolates? Will PBR go (even more) mainstream? Feel free to hate.
I have no idea if this story is 100% legit or not, but the tale told by commenter Rigoberto Hernandez is worth sharing:
That picture is too funny and nostalgic.
That is Javier (probably not his real name). He lives in a garage with five other people in San Jose, including his brother Hugo (probably not his real name either). He is originally from Puebla, Mexico where he was an artisan. He worked seven days a week selling his merchandise in a market. Then business started to slow down and he immigrated, crossing through Arizona, leaving his wife back home.
He played the role of Jesus Christ in the re-enactment of his final hours, in Puebla. He said the beatings were real, but he was honored nonetheless for being given the role. He liked the role so much that he was considering going through a surgery where they perforate holes in his hands where real nails would go through as he hung on the cross.
Nowadays he wakes up every morning at 5 a.m. to go to Salinas (except Monday or if it's raining) and buys fresh fruit from a farm off the Crazy Horse Canyon. He buys an entire box (double the size of what he is holding) for $6 to $8, depending on supply and sells them for $20.
He was my favorite “fresero.” I wish him well.
Anyways, be sure to check out the full article for some hilarious SFgate comments and recipes that sound delicious. “Peppered Portobello Mushroom Sandwich With Caper Aioli, Caramelized Fennel & Onion.” Shit, I don't even know what half of those worlds mean. It must be good.
Sometimes art cars just come straight from your patriotic-ass, peace-makin', Clinton-supportin', dog-lovin', old-school thug-ass heart, and it doesn't matter that you've only got four colors of paint. Why? Because you love America, and Tupac rules. (via carinabot)
Today I found out the El Cachanilla, the grimy taco window taqueria on 21st and Treat is no more. It's now Haltun Mayan Cuisine. No more menu on the awning and I'm sure the ojo tacos will be missed by overly brave drunks trying to prove something. Oh how I will yearn for the days of lukewarm salsa that sat outside all day just waiting for you to brush away the flies and scoop plastic spoons full on your greasy taco. I hated how they tried to always give me beans on a taco but man when they came correct with the buche the shit was proper. Although fuck their chicharron, that shit was fucking foul. Surprisingly strips of boiled pig skin with massive layers of inedible chewy orange gelatinous fat are not as tasty as you'd think.
It looks like they cleaned the spot up though, I don't know if the pool table is still there but 10am meeting of the drunken minds seems to be no more. They got poc chuc and cochinita pibil though so HOLLA!
Fuck I just found out that they are trying to be healthy and according to some yelptard they don't use lard. I haven't written them off completely but no lard is hella suspect in my book, fuck that hydrogenated bullshit but man lard is fucking good. If you're refried beans don't have it, I don't want it.
Remember when that incredibly deranged vandal KKKatie got arrested last week? You know, while biting cops and threatening a black man with a false allegation of rape? Well, apparently other equally talentless grafkids with 'hip cameras' are coming to her aid (via whiteout). SF GOV has the scoop.
We've all oohed and aahed over the Victorian era footage of the carriage ride down Market Street (My, that man's derby hat looks positively smashing! … are those horses?) but honestly, I find the footage in this video from 1984 far more compelling.
It's just some guy driving down Broadway onto the Embarcadero Freeway (for those of us born post-Loma Prieta who don't actually remember it, that part is actually pretty cool) and across the Bay Bridge. Towards the end he's listening to “White Lines” by Melle Mel on the radio. Basically this video is everything - well, almost everything, since the 49ers aren't in this - that I've imagined being awesome about San Francisco in the 80s, all rolled into one. If I actually were to time-travel to the city in 1984, I'm pretty sure that I'd inevitably end up intervening in my parents' budding romance and screwing up my future existence, but after seeing this, I think it's a risk I'm willing to take.
This second video is much prettier than the other one and shows many different parts of the city, like Fisherman's Wharf when it was actually charming and not horrifying, and Mission Street when those empty theaters that will soon be condos were actually theaters. The parts shot around Nob Hill look basically the same as today, but the rest is mind-blowing.
Maybe it's just the aged quality of the film, but in this old footage the city looks so clean and well maintained, and everyone's dressed really well. I guess the world of the early 1960s really did look exactly like Mad Men! Let it be known that I fully support a resurgence of skinny ties in the Financial District suit-wearing population. For now when I want to see cute sixties style my only option is to go to Edinburgh on Wednesday nights.
So anyway, you know how sometimes on Mission Mission they post about something from San Francisco way back when and all the old timers take to the comments and reminisce? I'd be really psyched if that were to happen on this post. I love all those stories about how much cooler this city was before the dot-com boom.