Douchebaggery

Bike Thief Caught in the Act Last Night at Pop's

Speaking of bike theft in the Mission, it sounds like shit also went down at Pop's last night.  From a reader who'd prefer to stay anonymous:

major drama at pop's last night. i guess some dude caught this latino guy wearing ed hardy trying to steal his bike and started confronting him. the bartender got in the middle of it, got up into the thiefs face and started yelling at him to get a real job and stop stealing peoples shit. i started taking pictures, but the thief's buddy started yelling “this girls taking pictures! this girls taking pictures!” i went back into the bar and the friend followed me and cornered me in the bar to make sure i didn't take his pic. i have no idea if they called the cops or what happened to the bike thief because i got the fuck outta there.

For the interested, this is the same dude that we posted about back in August.  Lock yer shit up, people.

San Francisco's Arts Centers Unite Against Censorship, But Where's the SFMOMA?

On December 1 (World AIDS day of all days), this 1987 film piece, A Fire in My Belly by the artist David Wojnarowicz (who died of AIDS) was removed from the Smithsonian Institution's National Portrait Gallery exhibition entitled Hide/Seek: Difference and Desire in American Portraiture. The publicly funded Smithsonian Institution was politically bullied by Catholic League president William Donahue, who called the film “hate speech” when he misinterpreted a shot of ants crawling on a crucified Christ as anti-Catholic. On December 3rd, on behalf of the estate of David Wojnarowicz, P.P.O.W. Gallery released an official statement addressing this controversy in order to illuminate the artists original intentions. The statement reads:

In a 1989 interview Wojnarowicz spoke about the role of animals as symbolic imagery in his work, stating “Animals allow us to view certain things that we wouldn't allow ourselves to see in regard to human activity. In the Mexican photographs with the coins and the clock and the gun and the Christ figure and all that, I used the ants as a metaphor for society because the social structure of the ant world is parallel to ours.”

Further, adding more hate than Serg's war against burritos are top GOP House members John Boehner (R-Ohio) and Eric Cantor (R-VA), who threatened the Smithsonian Institution's finances by cowardly flexing their political muscles if the Institution did not remove the film from the exhibition. Boehner spokesman Kevin Smith said, “Smithsonian officials should either acknowledge the mistake and correct it, or be prepared to face tough scrutiny beginning in January when the new majority in the House moves [in].”. Cantor, the #2 Republican in the House and the #1 little bitch labeled the exhibit “an obvious attempt to offend Christians during the Christmas season.” Unbeknownst to Cantor, he is actually offending every single gay and straight allied person in America by furthering the hatred and misinterpretation of Wojnarowicz's work.

Seems like a lot of bah humbugs going on from the right-wing these days, and the political censorship of the freedom of speech/expression must be stopped. Starting this Friday night, two arts organizations in San Francisco will join the alliance of museums and arts centers around the country for a national protest over the removal of Wojnarowicz's A Fire in My Belly. SF Camerawork and the Queer Cultural Center will present a 7 p.m. screening of the film, followed by a presentation by art historian, writer, and activist Robert Atkins. Atkins will then provide historical background concerning political censorship and lead a panel discussion that will include queer activists, scholars, and artists. The discussion will culminate with Jonathan D. Katz, curator of Hide/Seek, joining the discussion from New York via Skype. The Yerba Buena Center for the Arts will also screen this film Friday night continuously from 11pm until 2am in YBCA's Screening Room.

David Wojnarowicz, Untitled,1988-89, drawing/ gelatin silver print and acrylic on paper

But what is the SFMOMA doing to acknowledge their support of Wojnarowic's work as the only museum in San Francisco to own a work by the artist in their permanent collection? On Tuesday I was at the SFMOMA when I came across an exhibition entitled, The More Things Change, which opened just 10 days before Hide/Seek. The exhibition's mission statement reads, “revealing the museum's collection as a seismograph of shifts in contemporary culture, this continually evolving exhibition considers how the past persists in the present and how art engages with the world at large.” The work seen above is the Wojnarowicz from SFMOMA'S collection. Untitled is a piece that depicts a film still of a Mexican man missing the bottom half of his legs and the image on the right of the piece is a small drawing that Wojnarowicz did of legs to give to the man. Most of the footage in A Fire in My Belly was shot in Mexico on a trip Wojnarowicz took there, and it has been confirmed by the people of P.P.O.W. Gallery who represent the estate of Wojnarowicz that the still in Untitled was most likely from that time in Mexico.  I realize that the goal of The More Things Change is to use works made in the last decade, however, what better way to acknowledge the fact that their collection really does persist in the present and engages with the world at large than by adding Untitled to that continually evovling exhibiton? What about placing that piece in the show accompanied by A Fire in My Belly to contextualize the works importance with a statement by the curators explaining why Wojnarowicz is relevant to the present as his work is once again in the spotlight of a major national debate?

I'm extremely happy to see so much support from the San Francisco community against the censorship of artistic expression in the United States, but SFMOMA can do better. If you cannot make either of the screenings this weekend, you can watch the vimeo of A Fire in My Belly at the top of this post.

  • UPDATE: SFMOMA is set to provide the public with a free screening of A Fire in My Belly on Tuesday, January 4th at 5:30pm with a discussion to be held directly after. 

To learn more about this work, the artist, and the controversy surrounding the film and exhibition please check out the links provided below:

Vandalism Increasing on Public Art

The SF Chronicle ran a story on the growing number of tags going up on public art:

Increasingly, sculptures, monuments and a diversity of public art installations are falling victim to the same disrespect that sidewalks, walls and street signs have long suffered - unauthorized graffiti tagging and vandalism.

“In previous years, an incident would happen every two or three months, but lately it seems to be … happening monthly,” said Marcus Davies, the Arts Commission's civic art collection registrar.

It's a growing concern because the commission has a mere $15,000 of its $11 million yearly budget to clean up the tags, carvings and other unwanted artistic contributions to the 3,500-piece, $90 million collection, said Luis Cancel, the commission's director of cultural affairs.

The Chronicle goes on to say that every time someone tags a piece of work owned by the Arts Commission, it costs the city $5,000 because special care must be taken to clean up art (as opposed to just painting over a utility box).

The Arts Commission isn't the only one noticing the rise in vandalism.  KKKatie, who was infamous in her graffiti bombings of murals, public buildings and public artwork, might be rotting in prison, but people have  picked up where she left off.  Cancer Carl, whose tags and pieces can be seen all over the city, recently took it upon himself to hit the Banksy of Sycamore.  Another tagger bombed the mural on Public Works (it has since been painted over, as seen in this photo).  The mural on Valencia and 19th was getting hit so much this summer that they just painted over the entire thing a month ago.  The Chronicle is clearly going after the easy story (“taggers defacing city-owned art costing taxpayers bank”), but the situation, while certainly not a recent one, is not exclusive to city property.

Which brings me to the photo I used for this post.  The other day I was walking past Clarion Alley, which sits directly across from a police station, and I saw this bitch wearing all black (seen standing in the middle of the shot next to her leather-fetish boyfriend) making bold strokes with a silver pen over a mural.  I stopped and started fumbling for my camera, but her friend saw me, said something to her and she stopped.  Instead of just walking away, she attempted to shield herself from my view and started photographing her tag, as some sort of trophy honoring her 15-second accomplishment.

Even if I don't agree with it, I've always understood why kids tag.  But aren't 20-somethings supposed to have moved past it? It really blows to watch career baristas trashing what makes the city a pleasure to live in.

(Read the whole thing over at SFgate)

Four Loko Now Selling For $20/can on Craigslist

Twenty goddamn dollars a can.  Besides the OMG CAPS LOCK, the dramatic list of 'reviews' and the fact the the poster calls the batch “magical,” my favorite part of this review is how obvious it is that the poster bought the stock at a packie minutes before posting the classified (via the black bodega bag).

For the interested, I'd recommend skipping Craigslist for now, as you can still find it at a bunch of bodegas in the Mission (and likely other neighborhoods).  One store on Capp is selling them for $4/can because “that's what people will pay.”  Another on Folsom is charging $3.25.  However, another on Mission refused to sell his backstock, even after we offered him $8/can, because he was terrified the city would shut down the store if he sold off his stock, so maybe you better act fast.

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Homeless Dude Steals Bike, Woman on Cell Phone Unfazed

Generally speaking, my favorite Bay Area bike/skateboard videos involve a bunch of clips depicting the more ridiculous parts of urban life.  ”fresh mucus,” which was “made with a mound of shit”, essentially perfects this.  Sure, early shots of the Bay Bridge, freaked out cats, art openings, and Mr. T posters seem average.  But then comes the finale, when they sneak in a clip of some asshole at 8th and Mission hammering away at a u-lock while some Financial District woman walks by, totally oblivious, chatting away on her cellphone.

Ahhhh San Francisco: where smart phones are more important than bicycles.

Cool Kid Travels: Oakland

About a month ago, I jumped on the Alameda/Oakland ferry at the Ferry Building and took it to Jack London Square.  The ferry is a lot like traversing the length of the Oregon Trail, only you are on water, shivering in the fog, and chugging gin & tonics.  Anyway, I stopped of at this place called Merchant's Saloon.  It's a lovely place full of neat stuff like a platform full illuminated by black lights, a piano covered in tags, lots of lovely signage, cheap 24s of PBR, and, of course, graffiti.

While you think that might be enough to get it a '4 out of 5 neon pairs of wayfarers' review, it gets even better: they have a urine trough.  That's right, I said urine trough.  See, when you sit at the bar, you'll notice there is a tiled trough with a drain in the middle.  “What's that for, Kevin?”  Well, as the name “urine trough” would suggest, it is there so patrons of the bar can urinate right at their bar stool.  Yep, no need to even get up from your seat in this place, just piss while taking another shot of Jimmy.

Ahem.  Sorry, that was longwinded.  My point with that story is that Oakland is a treasure chest of pure awesomeness.  So stomach the trying 8-minute tube ride across the bay and expel your bladder at the bar.

Four (Loko) Horsemen: The Beginning of the End

rad/douchey Loko consumption pic via Series II

Stock up your fallout shelters with Loko tallboys, because the apocolypse is upon us.  Yesterday, the Michigan Liquor Control Commission passed a state-wide ban on the sale of 4 Loko, giving retailers thirty days to comply and clear their shelves of the products (I SMELL A LIQUIDATION SALE IN DETROIT, ROAD TRIP ANYONE???).  The dominos are all set to start falling; the City Council of Chicago has already proposed a ban on all alcoholic energy drinks and in Pennsylvania they're asking retailers to voluntarily cease sales of 4 Loko.  Details at the Chicago Tribune.

Michael Mansour, owner of a liquor store near the Michigan State campus, pointed out the obvious futility of the ban: 

If they can’t get it prepackaged in one unit, then they’ll buy it separately and mix it themselves,” Mansour said. “They’re going to do it, whether they package it that way or not.”  (via Michigan State News)

How long before kids start making bank on smuggling Lokos onto Michigan campuses? Will campus PD start busting dorm rooms operating as Loko cook labs? 

Meanwhile, in the Marina...

This video interests me for a few reasons:

  1. People in the Marina need to learn how to throw a fucking punch.
  2. Vulgarities!
  3. I've learned girls' costumes are way different up there.
  4. The bartenders don't call the cops or do shit about the violence.
  5. It's Jersey Shore, only set in an earthquake-prone area.
  6. SAN MATEOOOO
  7. GIVE HER A TONGUE KISS
  8. Guys constantly are yelling at other guys to take their shirts off.

(thanks for the tip, “dirtbag”!)

Car Barrels Through Crowd of People Celebrating Giants Victory

“Hot Carl” just linked us this video in the comments.  From youtuber cwk145:

At about 11:49pm I started filming this “celebration” bon-fire (And other random acts of civil disobedience) in the middle of the intersection when (at the 2:05 mark) suddenly I heard screaming and the sound of people's bodies being hit by metal as the engine of a car roars. I turned around just in time to see headlights and a fender speeding right towards me, I moved quickly then watched in horror as it drove straight through the crowd of people striking many of them and dragging some right through the fire itself! At least two were taken to the hospital that I'm aware of, I just barely missed being hit myself. Then before the car even stops, the crowd goes completely ape shit on it and the driver, smashing them up until a wave of cops storm down Mission St. and shut down the entire intersection.

Let's go Giants…? 

Mission Rioters Defeated By Muni

Presumably high off the thrill of climbing atop of a firetruck on 22nd, people decided to storm the roof of a 14 Mission.  Within minutes, a soberish bystander climbed up the bus and individually talked everyone down since, you know, being blitzed on top of an electric bus is a pretty good way to get yourself killed.

After being talked off the roof, I figured people would move onto more noble pursuits like throwing 40ozs at police, but instead people just pried open the bus doors to take it over.  The driver threw up her hands and walked to the sidewalk as the guys stormed the bus.  With the driver off the side, Nikola Tesla sitting up front tried to start the engine.  Again, not very smart considering the entire reason the bus got stuck here in the first place was the power was cut.

After a few minutes of people faux-fulfilling their dreams of being a bus driver, they realized the bus wasn't going anywhere.  Still without any measurable success in a fight against an inanimate object, some guys were just like “fuck it, let's burn it!”  So a couple of guys lit the box on fire and tossed it under the middle of the bus.  Of course, that didn't work out so hot either, and after a few squabbles with bystanders not interested in burning the bus, the fire department showed up and pretty much put an end to the fight against a 14 Mission.

And with the police advancing, I walked down the street where another bus sat abandoned by its driver.  Inside the bus, two men sat waiting patiently to get a ride home, completely unamused by the happenings outside their window.  What a difference a block makes.

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