Who Pooted is having a party tonight!!
— By Serg |
I don't know if you got plans for tonight but Who Pooted is hosting the Mystikal show tonight and a lot of special guests have been INVITED!
I wish I was lying, that name is goddamn amazing
— By Serg |
I don't know if you got plans for tonight but Who Pooted is hosting the Mystikal show tonight and a lot of special guests have been INVITED!
I wish I was lying, that name is goddamn amazing
— By Zach Perkins |
HEY KIDS! Guess what you won't be doing this weekend? That's right, going to Dolores Park! In case you haven't noticed that it's raining outside because you've been hunkered down in your roommate's walk in closet for the last week clawing at the walls and coming down from last weekend's blocaine binge (BRO, THAT SHIT WAS TOTALLY METH'D OUT. NOT COOL.) I'm here to deliver the painful reminder.
On top of that, I'm here to rub in how amazingly glorious the two weekends prior were. In fact it was so nice out that cultural barriers were broken and new levels of Dolores Park fashion were achieved. I present to you, Jorts: ON DEMAND.
— By Laura B |
Local artist Jen Oaks is a genius, and her doggie valentine's are pretty much the best ever. Buy all of them and give them to various crushes with creepy messages about how you've always loved them and will always love them and you WILL be together. Or, you know, to your significant other. Whatevs!
— By Kevin Montgomery (@kevinmonty) |
Good ol' Mother Nature decided to do it up big yesterday and make for one helluva day in Dolores. Tallboys were drank. Gangster rap was blasted. Local McNimbydouche walked his dog through The Park mean muggin' everybody enjoying themselves. Plus:
Dogs in hoodies.
Cold Beer, Cold Water.
A dude with ice on his head.
Some crazy motherfucker that hot-boxed a blanket for two hours.
And, last but certainly not least, two bananas lugging around an 18 of Keystone Light.
Basically, the Summer before the renovations is setting up to be one rad year.
— By Kevin Montgomery (@kevinmonty) |
A few weeks ago, I was hipped to the fact that there's an antique and design mall on Bayshore and Industrial in the Bayview. Admittedly, I don't venture south of Cesar Chavez too often, but the fact I've lived a 10 minute bike ride from such an giant treasure chest for the past three and a half years and never known about it blew me away.
I finally checked it out the other day and it's definitely a solid resource if you have to outfit a new apartment or squander an afternoon while your grandmother is in town. The place is full of pretty much everything: paintings, old pictures, beer taps, cheap furniture, A GIANT FUCKING HORSE, a mansion bird cage, cataloged magazines, old 1980s TRON toys, Giants and 49ers memorabilia, swords that cost $40 (yes, swords), Michael Jackson dolls, books, shelves dedicated to porcelain frogs and pigs, old photography equipment… basically anything remotely interesting that you could expect to find at an antique mall. However, what really stuck out to me was the quantity of old San Francisco photographs, paintings, and postcards in the place. Almost all of them priced below $30.
Anyway, I ended up spending two hours in this place and barely saw half of it. So if you're the type of person to get sucked into places like this, be warned. In the mean time, I snapped some pics of some of the more interesting SF-related stuff I found (plus a few other random items for good measure):
— By Kate Horton |
As birds continue to mysteriously fall from the sky across the globe, San Francisco's birds, like this lil' player, say eff that and are staying strong. Good for them.
Pigeons, on the other hand, can go fuck themselves.
(photo via)
— By Kevin Montgomery (@kevinmonty) |
Ocean Beach's Post Yule Pyre is undoubtedly a fine affair for fans of fantastically large bonfires, but Condition NYC reminds us that we all can have an equally good time in the humane climate of the Mission.
— By Kevin Montgomery (@kevinmonty) |
Last night I had the pleasure of being in the general vicinity of Valencia's crazy guitar player. You know who I'm talking about; he looks like Animal from the Muppets, stands in the doorway of the Social Security building at 22nd and Valencia, and yells about the sin of homosexuality while playing the guitar. Anyway, I was sitting outside of Latin American Club discussing the difficulty of quitting drinking for 10 months. Suddenly, he pops out of the neighboring laundromat screaming into the air, “I KNOW YOU ALL WANT TO KNOW WHAT A DIRTY HOBO IS DOING IN A LAUNDROMAT! I'M JUST GETTING CLEAN. I SMELL LIKE TIDE NOW!”
After listening to him ramble on for a few minutes, he made is way up to Valencia and we resumed our conversation. “It's pretty easy to not drink, but most holidays are difficult. Birthdays, Bay to Breakers, Boxing Day… everybody just assumes everyone is getting drunk. The Fourth of July is the worst…”
Now the hobo Muppet had to have been a solid 20 feet away at this point, but he abruptly turned around, approached the table across the way from us, and started yelling hysterically: “THIS ISN'T THE FOURTH OF JULY, IT'S THANKSGIVING!”
Ears like a bat.
— By Kevin Montgomery (@kevinmonty) |
Reyhan over at The Bay Citizen hips us to the outdoor cardboard xmas tree lot on 24th:
A few weeks ago, I came upon an odd sight on 24th Street: a small Christmas tree lot, on the sidewalk, outside a clothing boutique. The trees were fanned out like any other lot, except there were no green branches. The trees were made of recycled cardboard and cut by machines relying on solar power.
It turned out they were the work of Hanna Sitzer, a local artist and set designer. At the time, she had mentioned that people keep sending her pictures of their fully decorated trees. The one sitting in my living room remains bare, but there's always next year.
Hanna leaves the trees intentionally blank so you can decorate them yourself (like hanging ornaments, only with art supplies that get you high!). Unfortunately the tree lot is now closed, but you can still run into Wonderland (24th @ Alabama) to snag a tree for yourself.
(Interview and more pics of decorated trees/kids with fake mustaches over at The Bay Citizen)
— By Kevin Montgomery (@kevinmonty) |
This demon hellbeast of a inkblot test is painted on a wall at Duboce and Valencia. And who doesn't love a good psychological test (unless it's hosted on TheSpark.com)?
To identify this object, we put some of Uptown Almanac's best minds on it. Here's the shortlist of what we came up with:
Any psychologists out there care to evaluate these warm and cheerful responses?