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A Saturday Afternoon in the Upper Haight
I found myself at a friend's Upper Haight birthday party last weekend. He's a fairly normal dude: he drinks liquor by the bottle, is totally broke, has a few tattoos, is an aspiring filmmaker, rides a motorcycle at excessive speeds with a suspended license, and has no fear when it comes to igniting various explosives in urban areas. A true San Franciscan.
He also happens to live in the Upper Haight. How he got there is not important, but we can all agree that moving into a room in an Upper Haight home is some cheap San Francisco living that doesn't have you riding the N Judah to work from the Outer Sunset.
It had always been my opinion that he and others represent modern Haight residents. Sure, they have to walk over migratory gutter punks on their way to buy Captain Crunch, but the people who actually live in the 'hood could fit in anywhere around town, they just happen to live in the Haight.
So I roll up in the early afternoon to "Haight House," which is about as cleverly named as Columbus Crib, Polk Pad, Fell Flophouse, Steiner Shack, Valencia Villa, or Turk Terrordome, and I quickly realized that all my notions on "the new Upper Haight" were complete and utter bullshit:
The first thing I see a trio tie-dying clothing on the kitchen table while dubstep being played on the roof rattles the house.
"Whoa, is that a bottle of Jameson?!," one of the girls covered in blue dye excitingly asks.
I nod in her direction as my eyes slowly examine the walls around me and extend the bottle to her.
She takes a giant swig and puts the bottle down on the table and goes back to tie-dying a victimized shirt. "Just giving you a heads up, those are molly mimosas over there."
The spectacle is almost indescribable. Everyone around me is drinking PBR, Tecate, and Jameson, predominately wearing skinny jeans and torn leggings, into acceptable music (dubstep aside), yet live in the middle of a 1960's time capsule. If this were a zoo, a pride of mature lions were dumped into the monkey cage with an ample supply mescaline and finger paints.
At this point, I realize if I am to truly appreciate the phenomenon which I just walked into, I'm going to have to "do as the Upper Haighters do" and go drink for drink with these kids. So after putting back a Thursday evening's worth of beer and booze while admiring the hanging underwear and finger paintings on the back deck, I haphazardly stumble into the living room during my directionless trek to the bathroom.
The living room basically speaks for itself. A strange and frightening old man with clothes I've never seen any human being wear on any day that wasn't Halloween bobbed back in forth in the middle of the room while two bros chilled out smoking weed. A tie-die painted ukulele rests against a bongo, begging for protection.
On the roof, figuring that's as good a place to pee as any, I encounter an unreserved girl showing off a fresh Grateful Dead tattoo. "I got this done in the living room last night!" Much like a Mission kid showing off his new sleeve, she goes on to talk, at length, of its meaning and the "street cred" it affords her now around the Haight. She is speaking words at me, but all I can bother to think about is whether or not Jameson is now being made with wormwood.
After hanging out on the roof for an hour or so, a penniless vagabond made his way into the house after a long day holding up a meaningless sign and begging for change. Within moments, the "sick bassline" overtook his body like a poltergeist and he's swinging around his didgeridoo with a wanton disregard for the safety and emotional well-being of those around him.
What's this? A Modelo-toting bro follows the human-didgeridoo hazard to the roof while carrying a random American Flag-clad cylindrical object.
Suddenly both of these men are dancing and screaming on the ledge of the house. This can't possibly end well for them, but will probably end alright for us.
Then in a moment a better judgment, the cliff dancers step back from the precipice and the second guy abruptly reveals he was holding an extendable American Flag didgeridoo. I'm now listening to a freestyle didgeridoo battle and contemplating throwing myself off the building.
When I begin to think things cannot and stranger, hours of alcohol and marijuana consumption begin to form a category 5 hurricane of drunk that is going to make landfall before FEMA can protect the citizenry. Conscious of the fact my brain would eventually cease writing to disk, I begin taking notes on yellowing BevMo! and Jamba Juice receipts crumbled at the bottom of my bag.
The majority of these notes are the unintelligible scrawls of a man grasping to the last legs of sobriety. Deciphering them with the futility of reading hieroglyphs before the discovery of the Rosetta Stone, the last remaining primary documents from a Saturday afternoon in the Upper Haight describes a grisly crime scene of music and fashion abuse:
Reviewing photographs taken from the party the following day, I learned that molly mimosas or various hallucinogens were not responsible for my tribal visions; all this really happened:


Share on TumblrTweet43 CommentsPhotography Tips From an Old Dude
In case you haven't noticed, I'm not much of a photographer. Apparently a random old guy walking down Valencia agreed with this observation. "No no no, you have to get down closer to the ground. The sun is shining right in your lens; you need to get in the shadow of the object you're shooting. There you go! Now you have it!"
He was right:
Thanks dude!


Share on TumblrTweet6 CommentsIs the Woman Allegedly Responsible for Slim's Liquor License Suspension Now Bullying Bloggers & Journalists?
As you might recall, some woman named Jeanmarie Guenot, who lives behind Slim's, got super aggro and 'allegedly' contributed to getting Slim's Liquor License pulled for 10 days over some bullshit. Serg suggested that "WE EVICT THIS LADY FROM SF." 500+ nerds 'liked' this idea on Facebook. Now some anonymous person named "Lisa" with a Yahoo! email address is using thinly veiled threats to get us to censor the story.
Of course, we still do not know who Lisa is, but I firmly believe that this type of approach exemplifies why our city's nightlife and street festivals have gone to shit.
Previously on Uptown Almanac


Share on TumblrTweet61 CommentsCougars on the Prowl in the Mission
Let's ignore the startling drawing above for a second and focus on the latest form The Bold Italic. Today they bring us a guide to being a cougar in the Mission (although they try to rename "cougar" as "sabertooth," as sabertooth tigers are more badass than cougars or something). First, let's get in the cougar mindset:
So where do "sabertooths" go to pick up a fresh, fine Mission bro? Guerrero Gallery (for the arty/Mike Giant-obsessed types), Pop's (where a communal love of Black Sabbath will get you a date), and the Phone Booth, where you can use the jukebox to accurately determine if a guy wearing a "vintage western shirt and holding a beer koozie" is a suitable mate.
Men in search of older women who like adventure and were in high school during Loma Prieta, you know where to go.
Now, let's focus on the handy guide to Mission guys provided by The Bold Italic. Their rendition of a "skater boi"? Fuck it, I don't even want to go there...
(link)


Share on TumblrTweet10 CommentsKTVU Discovers Video of Man Smoking Crack on the N Judah, Forgets How to Report the News Amongst the Excitement
As you might recall from yesterday morning, we posted a video of a dude smoking crack on Muni that was sent to us by an Uptown reader who unfortunately has to ride the N Judah to get to and from work. Now, I personally didn't really find the video that shocking considering there isn't a day that passes that I don't see someone doing drugs in the street, so I figured I'd just be an ass and instruct people how to properly hold their iPhone while recording video. Here's the thing: KTVU thought this was a BIG FUCKING DEAL. In fact, they sent some poor bastard to report live from location:
Reporter Ken Wayne apparently spent a better part of the afternoon interviewing N Judah riders who weren't there, asking them what they thought about the video:
KTVU then goes on to dedicate a good portion of their segment to talking about why everyone standing around the video didn't do anything, even getting an official response from Muni.
You'd think with all the effort KTVU has dedicated to this story, they would have tried to get some eyewitness accounts from the scene, right? Nope. They didn't contact the person who uploaded the video to YouTube (me), nor the person who sent us the video (who is pretty easy to track down on Twitter). Instead, they just talked to a bunch of randoms on the street, who didn't really have much to say.
So why didn't all the bystanders do anything, such as notify the driver or call the police? From the person who sent us the video: "He was asking all of the girls around them if they were DTF. Everyone was dying laughing at him."
Live from the N Judah, ladies and gentlemen, it's KTVU News at 10.
Previously on Uptown Almanac


Share on TumblrTweet10 CommentsThree people shot on 17th and Mission last night
You may have noticed a number of fire trucks, ambulances and police cars on the corner of17th and Mission last night. That's because three men were shot by a gunman who escaped on foot. Two of them were shot in the leg and one was shot in the chest. KCBS has the developing story. Police are still looking for the gunman.
Rough day for our neighborhood. Stay safe, people.


Share on TumblrTweet4 CommentsGGGGOOOAAAAALLLLLL
I think it is great that SundayStreets will be bringing the World Cup to the sun deprived residents of the Mission, but I can't help but wish they were showing it Dolores Park again this year:
* Little known fact: whiny people blame the 2006 showing of the World Cup in Dolores Park as the major cause of the park's modern day popularity.
(link - Photo by David Summa)


Share on TumblrTweet3 CommentsLebron surely headed to the Warriors
What with their new future-bridge logo, the possibility of Larry Ellison buying the team, and the above information from the obviously hilarious Warriors beat writer Marcus Thompson it seems to leave little doubt that King James will be announcing his signing with Golden State tomorrow night. I know I shouldn't be posting about sports on San Francisco's number one rated hipster blog, but seeing as I almost got beat up by one of the Uptown writers for talking smack about the Red Sox last week, I figure it's okay.


Share on TumblrTweet7 CommentsI need an iPhone 4
Apparently everyone on earth has already seen this, but I was celebrating my purchase of some non-iPhone fancypants phone on the internets and Stefania Starfish linked to this. I'm getting that HTC EVO. I don't know anything about it, but I heard I can play Tetris on it, so that's all I need really. I can do that on the Razr that I've had for five years also, but that Tetris is too easy.


Share on TumblrTweet3 CommentsEven Our Bus Station is Hella Gay
And by gay, I mean awesome.


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