Obligatory WWDC/iPhone 4 coverage: NOW WITH STEAMY VIDEO CHAT YALL!

(Image via gdgt, caption via Gizmodo)

Yup, there's video chat …so long as your using WiFi and it's to another iPhone 4.  But hey, it's the thought that counts right?  Hopefully they'll quickly figure out how to make it work seamlessly between iPhone 4s and other Macs, then it will be at least kinda/sorta useful.  

Also, that sexy metallic band that runs around the edge of the redesigned body?  It's an extension of it's antenna.  That's hawt.  And sort of conceptually phallic now that I think about it…

This beast is also boasting multi-tasking as promised, a supped up battery, the iPad's A4 processor, four times the screen resolution of the 3GS, and an upgraded “back” camera they're comparing to “an old Lieca”.  (All info jacked directly from Gizmodo's live blogging of WWDC.) 

The iPhone 4 drops on June 24th, preorders start the 15th, at $199 for 16gb and $299 for 32gb.  Freak the fuck out, San Francisco.

If San Francisco Crime Was Elevation

Reader “Mission Grinch” sends us this excellent map of Crime data in SF:

Congratulations to the hard working whores of Capp street for bringing home the city's prostitution championship. What would that trophy look like?

The sad part is that Capp St. straight up DOMINATES in that category.  That said, I was surprised how little robbery happens in the Mission.

Be sure to check out the full set on Doug McCune's blog.

"Kid’s so god damn nuts I’ll forgive him for wearing his sister’s pants"

Albe's Zack Gerber Edit from Albe's BMX on Vimeo.

One of my favorite things in the world is to hear what people from states that don't border a major body of water think of cool kid culture.  For example, one of my buddies from the Flagstaff AZ area was up here this weekend so, naturally, I took him by Dolores Park:

“I can't believe how many guys wear women's pants and ride track bikes.”

(laughing) “They aren't women's pants.”

“Really?  I thought that was the hipster thing?  Go into the women's section and find the tightest fitting jeans possible.”

“No, those are 'skinnies' and companies make men's styles.”

“That's fucked.”

Anyways, this morning I see that choice quote from Big Johnny, another guy from Flagstaff, on Drunk Cyclist talking about some BMXbro doing 'sick shit' without brakes.  So, apparently based on my sample of 2 people, everyone in Flagstaff thinks the Mission is full of cross-dressers.  Also, watch the video.  Wait until the billboard to house to street shot.  Fucking nuts.

Guest Commentary: "Union Street Fest: The Most Pointless San Francisco Festival"

(Editor's Note: this was authored by reader Neb, resident of Alamo Square, “The land halfway between the Mission and the Marina.”  Frankly, I'm surprised anyone reading this blog would have gone to Union St. Fest, but whatever.)

Having the cultural depth of an MMA arena crowd in Ed Hardy shirts, the Union Street Festival managed to degrade my expectations of the SUV Strollerfest of babies who were conceived at Circa. Held just blocks away from the Marina, the bridge and tunnel crowd gave the people of Fremont an excuse to rival the Jersey Shore cast in the daytime. Rushing over 5 hours earlier then their normal blowout voyage in a race to the bottom, proving Union Street as the most pointless Festival in San Francisco.

While the rest of San Francisco was enjoying the sunshine by biking through Golden Gate Park, debating the merits of bros icing bros while drinking equally lame New Belgium in Dolores Park, or perfecting their papercraft wizardry of blunt rolling, B&T managed to cram together in Gary Coleman-sized, walled-off beer gardens in the middle of the street.

Outsourcing the arts directive to Sausalito photography galleries with the appeal of new tourist markets, the booths consisted of crafts too American Apparel for Indie Mart, Yupster corporations targeting people with actual jobs, and a get your picture taken with Gavin “Batman” Newson photo op. The rest of the tents consisted of generic overpriced festival food found at any event but this time hungry patrons were only constrained by their muscle shirts, not Outside Lands border fences.

A Marina acquaintance described their turn at the overrun, Union Street shit show as “horrible. So overwhelming with drunken douchebags.” (Her words, not mine).  Look for next year's festival to be sponsored by orange spray-on tanfriendly zero percent interest rate ING. See you next year, Circa 2011.

Are L.A. Frat-Hipsters Inspired by Candy Ravers?

(photo via ChinaShop Magazine)

A friend introduced me the cultural embarrassment LMFAO this weekend.  After about 90 seconds into their video “Shots,” I was pretty sure we were not actually friends anymore:

Bro: gonna listen to LMFAO now and surf Maxim.com
Kevin J. Montgomery: LMFAO?
Bro: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XNtTEibFvlQ
Kevin J. Montgomery: these guys are fucking hipster tools
Bro: NO THEY AREN'T
Bro: they're a product of the commodification of the hipster aesthetic
Bro: this is frat music
Bro: surprised you've never heard of them
Kevin J. Montgomery: so much product placement
Kevin J. Montgomery: how are they grammy nominated
Kevin J. Montgomery: this is a joke. I can't take this anymore. where's my gun? my computer needs to die

Anyways, two days later, I see this picture of some Neon Princess on ChinaShop Mag. and I can't stop thinking about the tools of LMFAO.  Is L.A. just full of electro-hipster that dropped too much e in high school?

Fairfax

I figured nothing could be better than waking up at 7am Saturday morning after merely getting 4 hours of sleep and driving up to Fairfax for 3.5 hours of mountain biking.  Unfortunately, I was wrong.  Because of this, I took ever opportunity to take photos of graffiti high up on Fairfax's hills.  Shitty pics by me, good pics by Paul R.

BONUS PIC: I puked about 20 seconds after this pic was taken.