Going Clubbin'
— By Kevin Montgomery (@kevinmonty) |
Valencia St.
— By Kevin Montgomery (@kevinmonty) |
Valencia St.
— By Kevin Montgomery (@kevinmonty) |
This is capitalism at its finest: Timbuk2 had a party at their Shotwell office/factory yesterday and had their wage slaves to working in the back (presumably sober) while their office staff poured beers from two kegs and ate Chex Mix. The worst part of the whole thing is that actually sectioned off the workers with Caution tape, as if to say “DANGER: THAR BE ETHIC DIVERSITY OVER THAR.” In the above picture, you can clearly see a sea of gawk schmoozing and drinking while nice asian ladies ‘make the company dollars’ while risking cutting their hands open with machinery. On my way out of the place, I mentioned the horrors of the backroom to the two company bros at the front door. Their collective response? A laugh and a mumbled “yeah, well…”
Timbuk2 is the ultimate metaphor for America: make Asian people do the real work while you sit back and enjoy the show.
— By Kevin Montgomery (@kevinmonty) |
It’s your daily dose of street art y’all!
— By Kevin Montgomery (@kevinmonty) |
— By Uptown Almanac (@uptownalmanac) |
Editor’s note: Although the information in the post was accurate, it has been removed by request.
-KM
— By Kevin Montgomery (@kevinmonty) |
I biked to work today because someone told me I was supposed to and while as I was approaching 17th on Harrison, I noticed something that looked very similar to a warehouse full of bikes. Turns out Harrison is the new home to the week-old Public Bikes, a company selling commuter bikes targeting the “new to biking” demographic.
The bike industry is usually full of alcoholics and people that would rather ride bikes than sell bikes, so I was pretty impressed with how together they had their whole operation. Rows of branded bike boxes, a clean image and mechanics that don’t looks like they have a hunting knife in one pocket and a flask in the other.
Their website is a shining example of what a bike company in this space should be doing:
They clearly are not targeting the Mission 20-something demographic, but there isn’t anything inherently wrong with that. That said, the above picture made me WTF. This is not the type of bike someone would bring to Bender’s + ‘drop mad game’ with, so why even play that angle?
Anyway, bikes start at $600 bucks, which is fair price for a relatively light-weight bike that actually functions.
— By Kevin Montgomery (@kevinmonty) |
I don’t know why artists refuse to let you look at their works in full size but that’s not the point. The point is that Aindrila’s watercolors are the cat’s meow. Yikes, now I sound like my father! Quick, get me a PBR, a riding lawn-mower and two packs of cigarettes!
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— By Kevin Montgomery (@kevinmonty) |
OH SNAP. Currently they only have the tacos but a source inside Bender’s culinary labs tells me they are devising a way to have variation of the deep friend hell fish and buffalo girls that we all hold close to our hearts again. Possibly as soon as next week! All we need now is fried pickles. Anyways, the expert panel of Uptown reviewers agree: the tacos are tops. Even better than before.
Go get ‘em now: seitan is ots everyday (except Sunday and Monday because they cook other shit like veggie burgers and sushi).
— By Brizz |
So I’m walking the two miles home down Mission Street—because Muni fucking sucks more than anyone outside of this city can possibly fucking understand—when I get to the always beautiful southeast corner of 16th & Mission. There is a shitstorm of crazy going around me, even more than usual, and a short man and a woman post up right next to me as I wait for the light to change so I can cross. They start yelling at each other, the man pushes the woman and she pushes back and the next thing I know some big crazy dude comes from across the street and gets up in it. The short guy pulls out a knife and starts flailing around with it trying to slash these two, right fucking next to me, and he starts backing away wildly and almost into me.
I start running away from the guy and see a cop car across the street in front of Walgreens sitting with its doors open. I run up to the car as the short guy is continuing to try to stab these people back at the corner. I tell the passenger-side cop what’s happening, and he gets out, gun blazing brandished, and his partner pulls out a shotgun and starts heading up at them too. They run up to the scene and the short, knife-wielding guy runs off, but doesn’t get far, as pictured above.
To top it off, some old drunk guy (epic mustache man?) starts calling me a gringo and a joto (alright, point taken), but then he starts trying to shove me as I’m trying to take a photo of the guy getting arrested. The shitstorm of crazy was still swirling all around me, so I decided it might be time to go, especially since I was also carrying two big old bags filled with school books and my laptop. The lesson I take away from this is: fuck Muni.
— By Kevin Montgomery (@kevinmonty) |
Bomarr reports:
Pretty interesting picture from a “mural in progress” on the side of Horace Mann Middle School at 23rd & Valencia. Walked by it this morning and there were tons of signs that said “mural in progress” and “murlar in progress” (which i thought was funny).
It is funny. It’s also an epic sketch. Look at those lips.