As the rain subsided in yesterday afternoon, I decided to walk the two and a half miles from the Mission to Golden Era so I could stuff my face with vegan drumsticks.  Unfortunately the much-anticipated Sunday Streets event was a total bust, but even without the streets being closed to traffic, there was still some great street art to look at from the sidewalk.

At one point I made my way down a short stretch of Olive Alley, which may not be as popular as Clarion, Balmy, Osage, or Lilac in the street art world, but nevertheless had some quality stuff to look at:

This particular piece features a mess of quotes written upside down (I rotated the below image) from classic anti-authoritarian figures like Chris Rock and Johnny Depp.

Finally, directly across the street was this friendly message:

(If you are interested in looking at more photos of viewing larger sizes, I uploaded a batch to Flickr)

Smut Capital (The Hungry Hole) from Michael Stabile on Vimeo.

I know SFist already posted about this upcoming documentary a month ago, but director Michael Stabile keeps posting these fantastic shorts from the film.  Of course, if you want to know why San Francisco was known as “the smut capital of america” or how you can help finance the film, go check out their kickstarter.

          bro lets go splitsies on a sack of Brazil - Fazenda Cambara C.O.E.

          bro lets go splitsies on a sack of Brazil - Fazenda Cambara C.O.E.

I don't really get the whole coffee snobbery in San Francisco. When I lived on the East Coast all you needed was a cup from Dunkin' Donuts, and you were set. In San Francisco it seems like the coffee brand you drink really defines you, like saying you only drink Tecate because PBR was so 2006.  Consequently, I feel the heat of social stigmas when I bring up my unabashed excitement for the return of the Pumpkin Spice Latte in all of its Starbucks glory. It's the perfect fall accessory you guys!

Anyway, San Francisco seems to be supporting the coffee bean pushers by supplying the hipster youth at their Mecca with future plans of a Blue Bottle stand in Dolores Park. The following Ken Burns style mockumentary from the people of Killing My Lobster is a rare glimpse into the growing gang mentality of these coffee crackheads fueled by San Francisco's local coffee houses.

Rose peeped these Care Bears pasted up on Linden St.  Not sure why, bit I cannot stop looking at the orange guy without thinking he has a Harvey Milk snowglobe stuck in his stomach. (link)