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Shitty Traffic

There I was, biking down Bryant and minding my own business when BAM, there's some puppy dropping a fresh BM in the middle of the street.  Fearing death and a feces-covered downtube, I jumped up on the sidewalk the quickness, giving the dog plenty of space to do his thing.

The dog's owner, clearly embarrassed by his young pup's bowel control, started mumbling about finding a bag to clean the mess up, when his tallboy-wielding friend started yelling: “You don't need a bag!  It's not on the sidewalk!  The law says you don't have to have to pick up shit on the street!  Let's gooooo.” (It's not the law) The guy looked at his friend, looked at me, looked at his dog, shrugged and was on his way.

Now some poor Scion's wheel well is covered in shit.

(Side note #1: Did I really just fact-check some day-drunk dudes walking a puppy with impatient bowels?)

(Side note #2: What's up with Coors Light being all about the Giants?  Not that it's unprecedented for beer companies to be all about whatever team helps them sell beer, but doesn't Coors have their brand all over some other team?  Mixed messages!)

Shit Wasted Hipsters Say in The Mission

I'm not big into blogging the whole 'overheard' thing, but this particular gem I heard during my late night bar travels this past weekend is worth noting:

I’ve come up with the next viral internet meme. So you know how terrible and unexpected things happen in your life like your friend dying in a fire or in a violent car crash? Well, they inevitably send someone their last text message. So why not get that text tattooed on the back of your neck?

The guy went on to talk about starting a blog of all the tattoos, leading to a book deal and some sort of regular income.  Best of luck!

The Night Tom Moosbrugger Killed the Hipsters

Alex, can I get terrible haircuts for $200?

Yesterday, a moment of cultural significance occurred with very little notice or attention: Tom Moosbrugger, a librarian from Columbus, Ohio, was the first hipster contestant on Jeopardy.  I know what you're thinking: this guy and his hoodless hoodie are not hipsters.  But consider this: he proved that getting a library science degree from a Midwestern state school isn't completely useless. You can just chill out, grow some rad facial hair, and win an average American income by answering questions about water fountains in an episode of Jeopardy.  He not only gets to perform minimal amount of work to receive some cash and a free trip to LA, but he also gets to solidify his intellectual superiority over Middle America.  The American hipster dream.

On the flip, Jeopardy is a show that's primarily watched in retirement homes and at the Old Country Buffet.  That's not to suggest grandpa is about to trade in his fanny pack for a neon green fanny pack and throw on a wolf shirt; rather, Tom is the flash point for the decline of the “hipster” subculture and its widespread acceptance into the mainstream.

Consider Demand Media and the recent proliferation of hipster-related “evergreen” content.  For the unfamiliar, Demand Media owns eHow and similar sites that make it their business to monetize popular search trends by producing “content” that is highly catered to sought-after Google search terms. In other words, unlike news, these pages will always generate revenue (“evergreen”), as people will continuously find the information useful and relevant.

Over the past few months, there has been an explosion of eHow articles describing how to act like, dress like, and be a hipster.  Most of these guides are so hilariously stereotypical, it's a struggle to imagine what types of newcomer hipsters find this information useful:

 

In addition to telling readers they'll only need “Pabst Blue Ribbon” and tight jeans to become a hipster, they instruct them to “quit your lame 9-to-5 job,” “move out of the suburbs,” “start collecting vinyl,” and, best of all, “Drink Pabst Blue Ribbon.”

“[PBR] is the preferred choice of beers among hipsters. It's cheap, which is convenient: once you become a hipster, you won't have much money.” - random eHow bro

While the eHow hipster clown car reads less like a how-to article and more like a help guide found in The Onion, Demand Media's writing of articles is an extremely calculated move.  The company employs scores of “SEO specialists” that spend their days analyzing search traffic to identify growing trends and market potential.  As the general rule of thumb in the “evergreen” industry is that the first search result will be clicked on 30% of the time, with the second result receiving a 5% clickthru rate, Demand Media's team of bean counters can predict how many people will read an article, click the embedded Google Ads on the article, and how much is necessary to pay a freelancer to ensure the company profits on the piece.  By definition, Demand Media is the trend-jumping poser of the internet, writing about a topic only after it reaches a commercial critical mass.

Demand Media and similar companies no one respects primarily mine Google Trends for keyword and topic analysis, suggesting that search volume is a barometer for the societal acceptance of a subculture.  For example, look at the stats for the query “How to dress like a hipster”:

And “hipster music”:

You can even see the transition from OG Hipsters drinking PBR (blue) and new wave kids drinking Tecate (red):

A classic battle between American, union-made products slowly losing ground to cheap Mexican goods.

Comparing the annual Halloween searches for “hipster costume” (blue) and “guido costume” (red) additionally suggests that the 'normies' of America have identified hipsters as a trending and relevant subculture to parody:

The data suggests that as the years have gone by, cultural outliers have increasingly wanted to be associated with the “hipster” subculture while lacking the knowledge of how to embody the lifestyle directly.  People increasingly are looking to be told how to dress, what to listen to, and how to act, rather than finding their own way.  Like the hippie lifestyle of the 70s, the hipster mores of individualism have been lost to crowds of people yearning for acceptance.

Looking back to Tom Moosbrugger, you see a man who publicly depicts himself on Facebook as your everyday, wild-haired bro who wears American Apparel hoodies, flannel shirts, and whose interests include the A-Team, Knight Rider, The Big Lebowski, MacGyver, “Indie Stuff”, collecting mold spores, and Ernest Hemingway.  But rather than being himself on national television, he fashions himself with a trendy “I'm gunna rape you” haircut, proving once and for all that the hipster subculture has been co-opted by the followers and style-conscious, begging for the attention of the masses.

Big Dicks Not Limited to the Marina: SF's Full of 'em

According to a recently published study by Condomania.com, San Franciscan men rank 8th in the country in the largest database of penis sizes on the planet.  Condomania.com confirms what us San Franciscans alsways knew: LA has smaller dicks and bigger egos, New Orleans aint called the “Big Easy” for nothin', and D.C. has boosted its penis sized ranking to #2 since Bush left the White House and Obama stepped into office.

Other interesting facts published by Condomania:

  • Top Ranking State by Average Penis Size: New Hampshire
  • Lowest Ranking State by Average Penis Size: Wyoming
  • Top Ranking U.S. City by Average Penis Size: New Orleans
  • Second Highest Ranking City (Just behind N.O.): Washington, D.C.
  • Lowest Ranking City by Average Penis Size: Dallas/Ft. Worth
  • Blue States vs. Red States: Blue States' Average Penis Size is Bigger!

Formerly the largest survey of male penis size in the U.S. was performed by Kinsey researchers way back in 1948, so Condomania's 10x larger updated database finally gives us a more accurate look at the dicks we're dealing with.

[via LAist]

Things I saw at SXSW

yeah it's been a few days but I had to recover a bit from all the drinking. Somethings I did at Sxsw this year involved throwing a trash can at the audience, smoked brisket tacos, a black eye, lost voice to the point when I yelled it sounded like the death rumble in my throat, throwing a beer at a girl's feet for rocking toe shoes in the club (I mean come the fuck on son!), fried pork sandwiches, starting a pit at OFWGKTA, chilaquiles, stood in lines, threw a dude into the wall for trying to mess with my wife, yelled at bands I liked, yelled along to Hard In the Paint by myself, peeing in some fucking police garden, who knows what else.

The best shit though had to be Trash Talk at the Fader Fort, motherfuckers where not prepared. Fader is probably too scared to ever do that shit again seeing as how they won't post the videos or photos of the performance. People were fucking crying because they didn't know how to deal with a hardcore band in the midst of their bullshit ass afternoon of caring more about free beer day parties than actually listening to fucking music.

anyways here is a list of artists I saw.

  1. Young L & Stunnaman
  2. Erk Tha Jerk
  3. Roach Gigz
  4. Mistah FAB
  5. Freddie Gibbs
  6. Bless & Eso
  7. Big K.R.I.T
  8. Killer Mike
  9. Trae
  10. Trap Them
  11. YOB
  12. Zoroaster
  13. Bird Peterson
  14. Telephoned
  15. Dillion Francis
  16. Surf Club
  17. Rapid Ric
  18. Big Freedia
  19. G-Side
  20. Toy Selectah
  21. Masakari
  22. Trap Them again
  23. All Pigs Must Die
  24. Spark Dawg
  25. B. Bravo
  26. Prison Garde
  27. Salva
  28. Buck 65
  29. DJ Eleven
  30. Lecherous Gaze
  31. Wormrot
  32. Trash Talk 
  33. Brenmar
  34. Starks & Nacey
  35. Toy Selectah
  36. Big K.R.I.T. with a band
  37. OFWGKTA
  38. Katey Red
  39. Vockah Redu

Dolores Park Playground Floods, Children Explore Rudimentary Ways to Entertain Themselves

Banished from the playground by mothers and nannies concerned with the two inches of stagnant water beneath the jungle gym, children were forced to explore primitive forms of recreation and merriment, including:

1) Kick the San Pellegrino can.

  

2) Feed the pigeons organic cheesy puffs.

I cannot help but observe these children and question the adventurous spirit of today's youth.  When I was a youngin', I'd trek down to the river with my cousins, have ourselves a dip in the 40-degree waters of the Westfield River, and play a joyous game of sheep liver tossabout.  Once we finished washing our clothes for the first time in three-and-a-half months in the river thawed, we'd put on the sneakers our older siblings wore before us and have us a romp in the pig corral.  Later in the evening, we'd question our parents as to what the correlation between diving head-first into the pig's mud pit and not being able to keep our salisbury steak down was.

But these children, shielded from the dangers of mud, Pepsi, and Kraft food; how will they ever be able to see past life's hardships and lead the next generation of internet startups?

Something Happened in Glen Park

There's not much to Glen Park.  There's an Osha Thai place, but then again, there's an Osha Thai place everywhere.  They have a Corneta Taqueria, but so does the Mission.  I hear coyotes are occasionally spotted the neighborhood park.  I think there's a bar there.

Today there was a rainbow over Glen Park, marking the second time I've ever been motivated to stop what I was doing to take a picture while in the neighborhood.  Five minutes later, it was pouring rain.

An exciting place, no doubt.

Slick New Art Project: Dolores Everyday

A local print designer has started a 'collaborative art project' documenting the Dolores Park happenings of 2011.  While Dolores Everyday is off to a slow start (no doubt because of the rain), the project sure is shaping up well:

Take a look at the project archives or submit some stories or photos to doloreseveryday[at]gmail[dot]com to help get the whole thing going.

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