Life

Air is San Francisco's Soundtrack.

Grace Zheng hipped me to this pretty neat video of San Francisco moving backwards.  Highlights include cigarette smoking, an American Apparel bro walking from a BART station, and a don’t walk light that INCREASES in time.  Got me thinking though: this is the second rad San Francisco video using an Air track.  Does some French electro-chill duo really sum up life in San Francisco?  My life could be easily summed up by avian death metal and Amy Winehouse, but that’s probably because I enjoy needless vandalism, spending quality time at ‘biker bars’ and hangovers.

Bikes! Lights! Parks!

I’d like to personally apologize for our inability to spam your RSS reader over the past few days.  All the authors collectively realized we’re broke and got ourselves jobs until we have enough methamphetamine, condom and matzo money so we can break glass bottles over children’s heads in Dolores Park again.  In the meantime, I made some time to comb the internet for a money photo of Dolores Park.  Ain’t she pretty?

 

(photo by awwwwwwwwdamn)

Fancy Mid-Market Interactive Map

While this press release from David Addington,  er, article by Susie Cagle is fairly one-sided and makes some dubious claims, such as “Proposition D would have earned Mid-Market an estimated $100 million for neighborhood improvement projects and community betterment,” I’m willing to ignore all that for the awesome map of the new developments in Mid-Market she created with Laura Foxgrover and David Sachitano. Cagle drew it and you can click on things that will show you other stuff. This is the internet I was promised! As someone who spends a lot of time in Mid-Market, I’m pretty fascinated with what’s going on there now and can usually only find info from Central City Extra, which covers it extensively, and actually speaks to people who live there. Imagine that. Also Curbed SF, where Cagle was once the editor.

Found this article/rad-map via unstoppable.tumblr.com.

We got that Inca on Ice.

I was deep in the middle an internal struggle between playing a Chamillionaire track and Nelly’s biopic Air Force Ones when one of my roommate’s friends* burst into the house with a $2 Out the Door of Inca Kola.  “What mixes with this?”  I grabbed for a Fat Tire.  Magic didn’t ensue but a pile of Mexican fast food, Sour Patch Kids and stomach acid did.

* hooker clearly hates me

Meanwhile in the Marina...

 

So, it’s approaching that time of year again kids. BAY TO MOTHERFUCKING BREAKERS.

I’m sure, like me, you’ve been up late at night worrying over what super unique ensemble you’re going to put together for Douchebag Pride Parade 2010. And oh boy is it ever tough to decide which posse of assholes to hang with while you sleaze your way through the City.

Well worry no more. The Jersey Shore To Breakers float has got you covered!

The fine folks behind this fraternity on wheels are super pumped to announce “the return of the biggest and best float at Bay To Breakers” and this year’s theme is…OMG wait for it…the Jersey Shore! So original!

So much about this pisses me off, I don’t know where to start.

First of all, you can’t dress up like a bunch of douchebags when you already ARE a bunch of douchebags. This is like Jeffrey Dahmer going as a serial killer for Halloween. If you already own an Ed Hardy shirt, you can’t dress up as a person who would wear an Ed Hardy shirt because YOU ALREADY ARE THAT PERSON.

Second, this group wants you to know that they are totally all about preserving “the tradition of B2B.” Wow, what a noble fucking cause. How generous of you to take time out of your busy schedule of sauntering down Chestnut and date-raping to save the very event people like you helped ruin. I tip my trucker hat to you, right after I barf in it.

Fuck Bay To Breakers. Shit’s deader than Lindsay Lohan’s career. There was a time when it was more than a parade of 22-year-old frat boys & sorority sluts who can’t get over college puking their way down Fell Street. For fuck’s sake, my dad ran that shit and he was not a man to put up with bullshit, but B2B has been gentrified by scumbags and mental midgets just like everything else that used to be cool in SF.

I hate that people like this live in my city and think that spending a Sunday pissing and puking while wearing ironic running shorts and sweatbands has anything to do with what San Francisco is all about. I can’t wait until they all trade in their overpriced Marina flats for comfortable deathtraps in the suburbs and get the fuck out of town.

Why the rage? It’s simple. You don’t go to someone’s house, piss all over their couch, and then wonder why they hate you.

I guess we can add King Kong to the list of random inflatable objects found in Dolores Park

My sophomore and junior years of college, I rode my bike 10,000+ miles every year, was at my physical peak, and had to eat something absurd like 4,000 calories a day just to maintain being 20 pounds underweight.  Then I discovered $9.99 handles of Gordon’s and 2 liters for $1 bottles of TD Select Orange Soda.  Now that my top three life priorities have become alcohol, the interwebs and finding neon iPhone cases that match my ‘sick kicks,’ I’ve only managed to muscle out an epic 300 miles on my bike (the majority of which have been to and from sources of Old English).  But today I had one of those rare mornings when I woke up stone-cold sober and clear headed following a Saturday night of not getting faced, so I decided to blow off my Dolores Picnic + 24s plans and dust off my Principia for a lovely Christ-My-Knees ride around Marin.

Well, I guess I missed some epic shit.  Like goddamn a giant inflatable King Kong in the park.

And sleeping santas.

(photos by mrupert84)

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