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New Sharrows on 22nd!

I know the photo doesn't do it justice, but the most beautiful way to be welcomed back to SF is to see an seemingly endless line of orange cones marking of freshly painted sharrows all the way to Potrero.  I might be a little biased in my excitement because I live on the corner of 22nd but hella ya.

Cool kid tip: if you ride in the apex of the sharrow, you're actually outside of the door-zone.

Cool Kid Marketing: Beer and Bike Racks

Categorized: Being Cool, Capitalism
Tagged: Belize

This Belizean beer company sure knows how to market themselves.  The badboys at Belikin welded their logo to bike racks and put them around town.  Gold.  I feel like beer companies in the Yay should start doing this: SF loves bikes, bikes and booze go together like William Shatner and dead baby jokes, and our broke-ass city need more bike racks and as long as a cool brand that the city already identifies with / could identify with if the company's marketing team told us to identify with them is footing the bill, we could have hella bike racks sporting rad aluminum logos too.  Whose snatch do I have to give lackluster head to at city hall to get a bunch of Uptown Almanac bike racks outside The Uptown?

Crank Dat, Soyja Boy!

 

The soy milk at Boogaloos. Also, this made me miss Frisco Disco at the Transfer. That was the most fun! Even that night where everyone's shit got stolen by some dude who looked like Hello Kitty THAT WAS STILL A GOOD NIGHT. Where is the new Transfer? Let me know, I'm older and fatter now but I still gots to move! I'm like a shark, if I ain't swimming, I'm dying. 

The Independent is a movie theater like I am a newspaper box.  

Also, I am the mayor of Storyville. Get your own fucking popcorn, and while you're at it, ditch Get Satisfaction if you ever want any constructive feedback from your users. What a pain in the ass that is. 

This blog enjoys the irony of entrenched discriminatory conventions in our self-proclaimed bastion of progressivism (hypocrite city!)  

Sharon at Vegansaurus brings us this gem.  check out Amici's Pizza's "racist map of delivery intolerance." 

I mean DANG.

Broke Ass Stuart has word about some ridiculous thing called heavy metal aerobics. I have news for Broke Ass Stuart, HEAVY METAL AEROBICS ALREADY EXISTS AND IT'S CALLED (jazz hands!) JAZZERCISE(jazz hands!) and folks, it is the bomb.