— By Kevin Montgomery (@kevinmonty) |
Before you completely shit on these dudes for ruining the good thing we've got going on in the park, the can lady was able to swoop on in and pick up an easy 15 cents in PBR cans. She seemed quite pleased by their antics and energy.
— By Kevin Montgomery (@kevinmonty) |
Oh.
— By Kevin Montgomery (@kevinmonty) |
Poor guy; I can't imagine he's finding much other than some bottle caps and lost nose piercings.
[Pic and on the ground reporting by Crappy pictures from my Blackberry Curve]
— By Kevin Montgomery (@kevinmonty) |
Just read this lovely Missed Connection to Dolores Park's Truffle Guy (emphasis added):
I think ur name is “DEVIN” and ur black.
U were selling homade truffles out of homade round metal boxes u hammered yourself with homade minitents to keep the sun off them so they don't get all melty for ur customers! Ur so cute cuz I think about u sitting at ur kitchen table making those minitents at night when ur not in the park and u have candles all around u or I think about u in ur garage making boxes drinkin a beer with a hammer. U were the one w/ shorts looked like maybe from france def bluish and a pink and white stripe half shirt and a brown leather bracelet with little beads on it u probably made it to huh!?? and u had brown dressy shoes with really strong legs. U also had a weird but cool hat on that looked like a city in another country is that where ur from?! It also looked like minitents. U said u dint make it but I bet u really did :). U were a gentlemen to me and my friend, cute nice eyes NICE BIG SMILE. U smell good too :).
I was the one who followed u around the hole park and helped u serve truffles to customers all day saturday. U told me not 2, but I actually wasnt being nice I wanted to be close to u for more time u smell goodddd! Then I gave u my # and address in san mateo. I was chilling up on that hill with my girl Sandy. I was the one named Dawna like I told u before.Well I see ur not there again this Saturday cuz I was in my car by up on that hill and ur not there or I just couldnt see u :(. Im at the library writing this. I know classy. Neways, Im staying in the city in my car 2nite so hit me up if u want me 2 come over instead ;). Hit me up if u forgot my number or name or just wanna hook up. I will do it 4u :).
Dawna
Well, I'll make sure to be in the park Saturday to watch this crazyperson get maced.
[h/t SFist | Photo by Jennifer Lightfoot]
— By Kevin Montgomery (@kevinmonty) |
After all those grueling 'community meetings' we suffered through last year about what the future of Dolores Park would look like, the final 3D renderings of the project were approved by the Arts Commission yesterday. And here it is:
The pathway up from the 18th and Church Muni stop, with the bike polo court and bathroom to the left.
Another view of the bike polo court/bathrooms, looking towards the Castro.
The bike polo court and bathrooms, from Google Earth's point of view.
The underground bathroom up by the playground.
The new handicap-accessible 19th Street entrance.
And the new 20th and Church plaza with more benches and less trees.
No real surprises here; everything looks like the way it was mapped out back in November and we still have until October to enjoy the park as-is before the city brings in the construction crew and tear the place up for 16 months.
And should you want to dive into the plans a little more for whatever reason, the full plan that was presented to the Arts Commission yesterday is up on the renovation website [PDF warning].
[h/t Mission Local]
— By Kevin Montgomery (@kevinmonty) |
I thought about asking this post-hipster sea punk Abbie Hoffman about what inspired this bold outfit, but I feared he'd spike my coconut water with LSD and figured I'd creepily take a photo from a safe distance instead.
Regardless, it looks like patriotism is making a big comeback this election year.
— By Kevin Montgomery (@kevinmonty) |
The video calls these people hipsters, but I'll let you be the judge of that.
Regardless, it's got slow-motion PBR drinking, slow-motion truffle selling, slow-motion dog hugging, and that bird that's been making the rounds. What fun!
[Video by Patrick Lawler]
— By Kevin Montgomery (@kevinmonty) |
Someone who's not Clint Eastwood is trying to make ponchos a thing again. And how? By hosting a poncho fashion show in Dolores Park this Saturday, complete with celebrity judges and fashion photographers and dudes selling weed and beer:
You love ponchos, we love ponchos. Now at last comes an event to celebrate the single most important item recently acquired into haute couture. Love Me, Love My Poncho is a fashion show for San Francisco and all poncho lovers who appreciate the subtle art of the wearable blanket. The event will take place in the historic Dolores Park at 14:00 hours. Anyone wearing any poncho is welcome to participate. Celebrity judges will be on hand to rate the ponchos on a scale of 1-10 taking into account audience approval or disapproval. Fashion photographers will be in place to snap your moment of poncho fashion fame. The winner will receive a fabulous prize. Following the event, there will be a big queer clothing swap [which you do not need to be queer to participate in].
And the promoter has some reasons to get behind the poncho resurgence:
- Feels like you're wearing a blanket without actually wearing a blanket. Great for when you don't want to get out of bed but also don't want to look like a crazy homeless person.
- Can be used as a buffer between butt and grass while you drink your 40 in Dolores Park.
- May help white people feel like they're embracing “the multicultural element” without having to actually connect with the multicultural element.
- Can be used as a table cloth or wearable napkin.
I'm sending my Snuggie to the dry cleaners now!
[Love Me, Love My Poncho] (Thanks Erika!)
— By Alan Fineberg |
[ed. note: This is a guest post by Ronald Berndt, who conducted in-depth anthropolgical research in San Francisco]
Men and women rise and begin to dance.
The dzamalag opens when two Gunwinggu women of the opposite moiety to the singing men “give dzamalag” to the latter.
They present each man with a piece of cloth, and hit or touch him, pulling him down on the ground, calling him a dzamalag husband, and joking with him in an erotic vein. Then each woman of the opposite moiety to the pipe player gives him cloth, hits, and jokes with him.
This sets in motion the dzamalag exchange. Men from the visiting group sit quietly while women of the opposite moiety come over and give them cloth, hit them, and invite them to copulate; they take any liberty they choose with the men, amid amusement and applause, while the singing and dancing continue.
Women try to undo the men's loin coverings or touch their penises, and to drag them from the “ring place” for coitus. The men go with their dzamalag partners, with a show of reluctance, to copulate in the bushes away from the fires which light up the dancers.
They may give the women tobacco or beads. When the women return, they give part of this tobacco to their own husbands, who have encouraged them to go dzmalag. The husbands, in turn, use the tobacco to pay their own female dzamalag partners…
— By Kevin Montgomery (@kevinmonty) |
What went down today in Dolores Park sounds like a fantastically gross amalgamation of that awful afternoon I had in the Upper Haight last summer (which, if you haven't read yet, I plead you to, as it's a vital cautionary tale about the horrors that live at the top of hills), which can only mean the drum circles will be stepping up their game this spring. Coupled with the fact those park renovations are supposed to start sometime this year, 2012 is looking pretty grim for Dolores Park.
(Also: just the other day I was rolling along Mission when I came across two dusty downers with dusty white skin and pee-soaked dreadlocks sitting at the corner of 19th (they had dusty dogs too). As they drawled on about “spare change” and “having cigarettes” and addressing me as “Yo,” I couldn't help but notice one of them was wearing Adidas track pants.)