Weathered Woman Not Appreciative of Boards of Canada's Contribution to the Valencia Art Wall
— By Kevin Montgomery (@kevinmonty) |
— By Kevin Montgomery (@kevinmonty) |
— By @BuffBro |
So for background, there's some tech company that has their office across the hall from mine and a couple of months ago they doubled their staff of engineers. I've been noticing some disturbing trends, mostly related to the only places I interact with them—the hallways and bathroom. I'll note that we did not have any of these issues until this company scaled up their engineering team.
I hope we've all learned an important lesson from this: nerds are horrible and gross, and all stereotypes are 100% correct.
— By Kevin Montgomery (@kevinmonty) |
I do feel a little bad for picking on the Dodgers, with their getting swept by the Giants, backsliding into last place and what not. Plus, I'm pretty certain they didn't win the World Series last year. Alas, this wonderful old man's getup is truly spectacular.
(And here's the view from the back:)
[via Last Renaissance]
— By Kevin Montgomery (@kevinmonty) |
The Nick Jones of the Flat Broke Puppet Co. has been lighting up the corner of 24th and Mission for a year now with his goofy breed of musical puppetry, much to the delight of children and adults alike. Recently, the Chronicle caught up with him to get his story:
Jones, 35, ran away to San Francisco as an “angry gay teen” when he was 17. He didn’t fit into the small fishing town in Rhode Island where he grew up, but when he arrived in San Francisco, it wasn’t the mecca of acceptance he had hoped for.
Like other teens who land in the city searching for answers to their complicated problems, Jones found a world of addiction and tough streets. Over the years he came and went from San Francisco, struggling to find a place where he could fit in.
Four years ago, he landed here again. This time, he found a community through his puppets.
Jones makes his own puppets with material donated by friends. Wolfie, a ratty faux-fur wolf with button eyes, was his first. The collection has grown to more than 20, but he still calls Wolfie his No. 1.
Wolfie comes to life with a touch of a rough-and-tumble East Coast accent that Jones says is inspired by his grandfather. Jones’ other creations include a cat, three dinosaurs, a shark, a witch, a 1960s wannabe diva kangaroo and Mary Jane Lane — a wide-lipped drag queen he calls his chanteuse.
Keep reading on SFgate, and be sure to watch this profile put together by Mission Local.
— By Kevin Montgomery (@kevinmonty) |
— By Kevin Montgomery (@kevinmonty) |
When future generations of American schoolchildren look back at 2012 in their history ebooks, San Francisco's greatest achievement will undoubtedly be remembered as Lyft's pink mustache—perhaps the most significant leap forward in automobile anthropomorphism since Lindsey Lohan sniffed her way inside Herbie the Love Bug back in 1969. But we aren't living in 1969, my friends. This is bronze age of iterative disruption, and Muni has taken Lyft's fist-bumpin' badge of whimsy and pivoted it into a sinister, alien-eyed autobus frontage.
That's right. Behold the future of Muni: these are the new electrohybridfuturebuses you'll be spending your anxiety-filled commutes in for the next 10-15 years, and oh how evil they look.
But it's a marvelous improvement, really. And when you consider the driver of said alien-eyed autobus won't welcome you with a fist-bump, but instead a glare and mumbled obscenity, pehaps Muni's newly personified face is a fitting representation the entire system.
[Photo by munidave | via Streetsblog]
— By Kevin Montgomery (@kevinmonty) |
I have absolutely no idea why applying a thick layer of blackface to this poor mop was necessary, but the folks at Stuffed have seemed to devise a DIY way to keep pigeons and other gross birds out of their new patio.
— By Kevin Montgomery (@kevinmonty) |
— By Kevin Montgomery (@kevinmonty) |
According to some non-scientific survey of stickers on a Clarion Alley wall, Mission residents have twice voiced their desire for less hipsters and more pussy/booty, with single votes going to more art, places to BM, and various folk's self-promotion. And all that sounds just fine and pressing, I guess, but, really, I think we can all agree one which is the most pressing:
— By Kevin Montgomery (@kevinmonty) |
President's Day Weekend feels a couple weeks later than when spring usually kicks-off in Dolores Park—probably because Punxsutawney Phil didn't see his stupid shadow this year—but, as they say, better late than never.