This past Saturday, amidst sunny skies and blistering winds, Pop's Bar on 24th and York St. held its first annual Slam Dunk Contest, and it was awesome. The contestants gathered at the local dive around 4 p.m. or so to properly lubricate themselves before taking part in bar game history. There were costumes, there was a shirtless man, there was a girl, there was an ecstatic crowd, there were embarrassing falls and flops, and there were plenty of authoritative slam-fucking-dunks. Below is a set of choice photos from the proceedings.
For those of you who don't masturbate to Bay Area blogs/journalism, let me quickly fill you in: The Bay Citizen is a non-profit project that some rich guy dumped $5,000,000 into with the goal of creating a solid Bay Area news source. Of course, they hired a CEO for $400,000/year, which raised a lot of concerns and criticism. Further, they pissed off some local journalists by not investing in pre-existing projects in favor of starting from scratch. That said, print in this town sucks, SFist/SF Appeal/Mission Loc@l isn't for everyone, and we need good journalism. AMIRIGHT?
Anyways, their site isn't supposed to launch until Wednesday but using our professional internet skills, we found it today. To sum it up, it looks like a tame SF Appeal targeting people in Marin who pretend that SF is still part of their lives. That said, there is almost NO content on their site. In fact, the homepage is completely empty, so we cannot fully
judge it hate. Even most of their editor's profiles are blank.
I expect they are going to have a very tough time launching Wednesday. The site is beyond buggy. I was able to register for an account, but I couldn't edit my profile (white screen of death), there are broken images in the welcome email, many of the links don't work, there are no content RSS feeds, and their admin area isn't secure (it's going to be easy for anyone with a laptop to own this site).
ANYWAYS, Let's talk features:
This site heavily pushes user-generated content and participation. They have an entire “community question and answer” section, prominent calls for users to suggest stories and submit tips, and they are even letting users start their own blogs on the Bay Citizen (rather than use their own site/platform, like Wordpress, Drupal or Tumblr). No word yet if Bay Citizen bloggers will be paid the $25 per post that other Bay Area bloggers will be paid to repost their content on TBC.
Finally, they have some sort of twitter/facebook-like status update. I don't see anywhere else on the site that this feature integrates into… maybe it is a way for contributors to tell the public about their Bushmill's hangover?
Anyways, there you have it people: THE BAY CITIZEN. See y'all Wednesday!
Remember how sad we all were when some dumb marketing douches pasted over all of Zoltron's stuff on a “condoned” art wall on Valencia (between 16th and 17th)? Well:
Doesn't this look so much better than Robin Hood ads? No? Well, fuck you. Since street artists have been given the go ahead to make this wall an orgy of awesome, go forth and draw funny faces on Russell Crowe.
(pic via Neon Monster)
Ok, first let's quickly explain the concept. “Icing” is when a friend/coworker/complete fucking douchebag sneaks a bottle of Smirnoff Ice up on their victim (or into the possession/vicinity of) and announces: “You totes got iced bitch/bro/brah!” The victim of the “icing” must then do one of two things:
- Deflect the “icing” with their “ice shield,” which must be a bottle of Smirnoff Ice that they already had in their immediate possession, or…
- If the victim does not posses an “ice shield” they must drop to one knee and pound the entire 12oz bottle of date-rape/shame flavored juice.
For the past week I've heard an alarming number of reports that this phenomenon is spreading like wildfire amongst the employees of Los Angeles creative industry companies, particularly in the music industry and talent agency circles. It seems more than likely to me that this a guerilla marketing tactic, designed to boost sales (the rules of the game certainly support that) and get Smirnoff's awful product into the hands of the young and hip. Just look at these “blogs” and their definitions of the rules:
(via You Got Iced! tumblr)
Consider the amount of detail spent on describing and listing all the variations of the Smirnoff Ice product on the Bros Icing Bros 'Dealing With Bitchin Bros' page. It reads like advertising to me. Some try to argue that the game is based on the fact that Smirnoff Ice sucks (duh) and that 'every bros worst nightmare is having to pound an Ice', and that because of this it can't possibly be a marketing campaign supported by Smirnoff. That's a pretty fucking weak facade for arguing the 'authenticity' of “icing.” People don't realize just how sinister and engineered the world of advertising and brand development is. Take PBR for example.
What scares me more than anything is that it hasn't only spread to the LA-douchebag-Ari Gold-wannabe types working as assistants in mstrm media outfits. No sir, “icing” has gone so far as to cross into the ambiguous borders of hipsterdom.
- On Friday I received a report from a friend working for a LA based music label that there had been a phone conversation with a Pitchfork staff writer. This staff writer had just been “iced” in Pitchfork's New York offices.
- On Saturday, I discovered that the You Got Iced tumblr had posted pics of indie band The National being “iced” at a recent LA show.
- And as you can see from the hipstamatic print of the Yelp “icing” we are not safe, even here in San Francisco.
While I do believe that the phenomenon began organically (perhaps in the frat scene of South Carolina universities, as the Bros Icing Bros founders claimed in an interview with The Awl,) but I am highly suspicious that a huge amount of momentum has been engineered by marketing firms or whatever sinister brand-guru-Wunderkind that Smirnoff has on their payroll. I just have a hard time believing that such a douchetool prank can make it's way from the daily homoerotic mating rituals of Southern frat Neanderthals and all the way into the lives of young East AND West Coast creative industry types, just by being “viral.”
But then again, there's always the theory that AIDS originated in a lower species of primates before making the jump to humans…
I had some time to kill between listening to hipsters talk about sports bras and chugging pints of Magic Hat Circus Boy so I did one of my favorite Boston activities: walking the length of Mass Ave. Back when I did it, it usually was usually to avoid paying a $1.25 subway fare (earning $7,500 a year didn't go very far, even with $160/month rent) and not photograph graffiti but hey, what the hell.
The last time I was in Central Square was three years ago and this art wall was nothing like it was today. Meaning, it didn't fucking rule.
This last one was a new Banksy from around the corner that went up during the week. Unlike SF, people in Boston either don't know who Banksy is or don't give a shit. The piece of Valencia was photographed to death and for over a week, you couldn't walk past Amnesia without seeing someone gawking. I was near this thing for a little while and didn't see a single other person glance at it.
Look at that orgy of to-go goodness. Of course, you can always eat-in and enjoy stunning views of 24th and Mission while drinking 1 dollar PBRs. That’s right. A buck! That’s cheaper than Cold Beer, Cold Water (which is obviously the ultimately comparison point).
I’m in Boston mourning the tragic loss of Razzy’s and enjoying 80-degree days and 68 degree nights (68 AT NIGHT people. NIGHT), but if I were in SF, I would certainly go get drunk at this opening. I mean, fuck slow food. That shit is poison. But I’m sure there will be veggie options. Plus, do you ever go to the Dogpatch? I didn’t think so. Might I recommend a bonfire on Toxic Beach afterwards?