Downtown

The Transamerica Pyramid Was/Wasn't Built in a Day

I haven't seen this footage before (or a DIVX watermark post 2k3 for that matter), and while it's cool I also think it's a fake (via CGI).  If you look at historical pictures of the construction here, you can see the rooftop in the right foreground isn't a perfect match.  Also, I don't think they had 'sicky-sicky gnar-gnar' timelapse technology in the 1960s that could make it appear to have been built in under 3 days.  And who builds a skyscraper at night anyway?  

If anything, this is probably from some Department of Defense propaganda fear-flick to illustrate what it would look like if American cities were built by future Chinese invaders/investment groups.  Fear the efficiency!!

This fear based pic brought to you by the remake of Red Dawn. WOLVERINES!!!

The Nine Circles of World Series Parade Hell

 

Not to be all tumblry here, but Leslie over at Squid Pro Quo has put out one of the most important pieces of journalism I've read all year:

9) You’re in the very outer circle, but you’re definitely in the shit. You know this because you are starting to see little old ladies collecting aluminum cans. Here lies what I like to refer to as Parade Townies, lurkers that aren’t so much interested in celebrating baseball as they are joining in a spectacle. You have RV’s blasting music with people dancing on top. They’re charging $5 to use their restroom. They had the foresight to get there early enough to find parking for their land boats but didn’t care enough about the parade’s purpose to get any closer.

8) As you move inward, you start noticing that everyone is blazing. Hard. All of a sudden you want a hot dog and to be at home watching Planet Earth.

7) Here is where you start seeing an abundance of impromptu street vendors selling overpriced giants merch. A child is crying for an $8 mylar balloon. You buy a $50 t-shirt from a gypsy. You’ll notice later that it’s not real and actually says “Gliants”. Four loko flows freely. 

Now, I don't want to spoil the rest, but let's just say that there are drunk girls, pregnancy, and unbearable first world problems.

Read on…

Giants Parades Throughout History

Sadly it doesn't look like anyone tried to light buses on fire back in 1958 when the Giants moved into town, but “Foghorn Murphy” was on the scene.  Wait, who?

There's not a lot of details on this guy and what he did.  This question was posted on a bulletin board in 2003:

Any information on the real “Foghorn” Murphy S.F “sporting” figure??

Hello, Does anyone have any information on “Foghorn” Murphy, who got his nickname by opening baseball games and rodeos using a loud instrument. Something of a quasi-underworld figure, he was quite a flamboyant and well known character in San Francisco during the 1920's. I'm also curious about his real name. 

The only answer that turned up wasn't particularly great:

I met a “Foghorn” Murphy in L.A in Jan. 1950. He was running a diner that was along Riverside Drive. It was the old type dining car that was so common at that time. He said he got his name from selling newspapers on the streets of San Francisco in the fog. he was quite a character.

After digging around for a while, I found out he used to work as an announcer at the Livermore Rodeo, but there wasn't much on his baseball career.  All I could find was this bit in April 1971 edition of Baseball Digest in the “Down Memory Lane” column by Warren Brown:

In my small boy existence, and even during my beginnings as a baseball writer for pay in San Francisco, there was a ballyhoo specialist known as “Foghorn” Murphy.

In baseball regalia, equipped with a megaphone, and astride a horse he would ride up and down Market Street each time there was a ball game scheduled, yelling about today's game.

Naturally “Foghorn” practiced knocked himself out on Opening Day.

After I moved first to New York and later to Chicago in the early '20's I lost track of “Foghorn.”

I caught up with him, or he with me, in Los Angeles when I was there with the Cubs on a training trip.

By that time, believe it or not, “Foghorn” had become wealthy enough to own a club of his own, had he cared to do so.

Like Emperor Norton, “Foghorn's” notoriety in San Francisco was so extensive that he was even a topic of a piece in the satire magazine The Wasp:

Foghorn’s” Voice is Stilled

Foghorn” Murphy’s famous voice is stilled.

The man who has made himself famous riding horseback has gone to work.

He is a fireman—a job that will not require the use of his lusty lungs or his deep bass voice.

Recently “Foghorn” applied for a place in the San Francisco department and after a short wait they made him a full-fledged fireman.

He is wearing the blue uniform now instead of the ball uniform that he wore in his famous horseback rides through the city. So for the present, at least, the voice of the celebrated “Foghorn” will cease to resound through busy downtown streets.

There you have it, San Francisco used to have a guy galloping up and down Market Street yelling at people who may or may not have opened a diner in LA.  Should the Giants honor his memory Opening Day 2011 by putting some lunatic from the TL on a horse for the day?  I have to vote yes.

(photos via What's on the 6th floor?)

Cool Kid Halloween: Crappy Camera Coverage Edition

Ever wanted to know what a Mission District Halloween looked like through the lens of a 7-year-old camera from Sears?  You're in luck.

“Two Turntables and a Microphone” clearly took home the prize for “most culturally relevant costume.”

In an ocean of delusional people believing wearing a Giants jersey and a beard was a costume, one man knew how to not suck at Halloween.

Ordinarily a Jesus holding an 18 of Tecate is not noteworthy, but this cool kid was walking down Mission Street barefoot.

A giant burrito strapped to a messenger bag?

Best UPS driver costume I saw all night.

Lady Gaga riding a demon horse-bike.

FInally, I'll leave you with a snap of a horse making sweet, sweet love with a zombie.  Time to start counting down the days to Santacon.

Now You Can Be Frank Chu

This life-size, headless cardboard Frank Chu was recently spotted at Google's SF offices, allowing bored engineers to photograph themselves as a homeless man infinitely more famous than they are.  Also of note, Chu's sign indicates that when Google is bored, Google googles itself.

I feel like there has to be a Bing joke somewhere in there…

(photo by kkr)

Crazy Old Man Still Doing It Big

Apparently the fine folks over at Caliber have some sort of homing beacon lunatics and crackheads, as Travis of the blog recently ran into Epic Beard Man (and I'm fairly certain this isn't their first snap of him).  Highlights of their interaction include the old man pulling out a big wad of cash and offering it up to Travis, flashing a giant blunt, and him yelling that he was going to beat his friend's ass if he didn't give him a ticket to the Giant's game that night.

Also, dude is rocking red fingernail polish and wayfarers.

Fucking hipster.

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Blackberry Enlists Local Bike Messenger in Alt. Ad Campaign

Blackberry, a company known for making phones that no one under the age of 35 uses, has deployed an ad campaign designed to target urban professionals longing to be cool.  The ad starts off with a local legal messenger, who must be really, really broke, riding up and down San Francisco's scenic hilltops (PLOT HOLE: San Francisco's legal firms are not parked on the top of hills).  He then claims he refers to his Blackberry as his “future phone,” which I'm sure made his soul wilt up into a decaying ball of shame and self-loathing (only to be rejuvenated when he received his 'fat stacks').  However, the ad doesn't truly plummet into marketing hell until it introduces DJ Cassidy, who is dressed in a sweater with a gondola hat, doesn't use real turntables, and has his DJ name embroidered on a pillow.  The dude looks like a male Marta Stewart who is about to go to a picnic in 1917.

Sold.

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