I didn’t catch the cross street because I was too busy being indifferent to the world, but this is a quality set of new tags.  This particular corner is generally a breeding ground for mediocrity, so it’s nice to see some quality stuff going up.

Apparently a bunch of idiots are protesting putting a cellphone tower at 16th and Dolores claiming that “they are concerned about the potential long-term health risks from electromagnetic waves.”  Of course, the article goes ahead and points out that there is “no scientific consensus that cell towers can cause negative health effects.”

Sigh.

If you ever thing the neighborhood is being overrun by Silicon-valley nerds, think again.

(Story and photo ABC7)

I’ve hated on Union SF in the past, but this latest piece from the Chronicle just keeps it coming up:

Charukesnant lived in Cow Hollow for years before buying a two-bedroom, one-bath unit in the Mission last month. She and her friends would frequently hit the restaurants in the Mission on the weekends, something that’s more convenient now that she lives there.

…

Brian Choe, who had previously been renting in the Marina, narrowed his search for a home to the Mission and Mission-Potrero area. Once he set his eyes on a unit at the Union by Palisades, “he knew this was where I wanted to be.” The young professional said he eats out nearly every night at one of the neighborhood restaurants and often finds himself at a local watering hole, Homestead, 2301 Folsom St.

…

Charukesnant said the Mission’s “chill vibe” is perhaps one its most surprising delights.

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Dunno how much longer the Mission will have a “chill vibe” if a bunch of bros in Ed Hardy shirts keep infesting the neighborhood and pumping out shit-factories, but that’s just me.

UPDATE: Let me clarify, it has nothing to do with fashion but everything to do with attitude.  These are the people that drive to work (read the article), make demands for more parking rather than parkletts/bike lanes/bike parking, file noise complaints, and demand that hipsters leave Dolores Park alone so they can hang out with their babies and dogs.  Fuck that.

Hi Internet.

I'd like to share a story from the other day.  It was a nice day.  A little windy but nice.  It was Friday.  I have a little routine that I like to do on Friday afternoons: I take my phone to Dolores Park with a bottle of MD20/20 (I like Red Grape) and answer all the emails I ignored over the week.  Afterwards I go black out at a bar.  So anyway, I finished up pregaming in the sun and was crossing Dolores to go to Valencia and this total cunt of a lady (who I sure is nice and was just having a bad day but FUCK HER) barrels through the intersection in her stupid green Prius honking at me and not slowing down even though i'm in the middle of the road.  She came within 18 inches of hitting me… close enough for me to spit on her car, scream “you crazy bitch” and give her rear bumper a little love tap with my bike.

Anyway, the point is this:

1. that intersection is a fucking death trap waiting to happen
2. fuck Noe Valley
3. fuck priuses
4. fuck the city for taking 13 years to get anything done
5. fuck the dolores park bathrooms
6. …
7. I need to get laid for the first time in 13 and a half months, get drunk and calm down

So yeah, give me a fucking set of stop signs or I'm motherfucking doing it myself.  That's right, I'm willing to actually contribute my time to making this world a better place (for myself, fuck the rest of you).  My stop signs will be made with stolen plywood, some spraypaint and pure distain.  They'll also look like Janet Reno's face but that's what you get when functional alcoholics do what the city should have done years ago.

Also, if anyone wants to help make these stop signs, I'll totally give you a beer and let you play with my chainsaw*.  Holler in the comments and I'll get in touch (not until Friday thou).

(photo by Jamison Wiser.  I wish my mom named me Jamison)

* that isn't a sexual thing