Remembering Thrift Town (RIP)

This lil list will hardly do the place justice, but we’ve had some good times over the years. My favorite one is still the Lou Reed one, but they’re all (mostly) good:

RIP, ol pal(s).

“Thrift town is closing and it’s final day is Friday march 31st.”

Just got a message from reader Justin L. (not pictured):

Thrift town is closing and it’s final day is Friday march 31st.


UPDATE: Actually, it’s already closed I think. Here’s some more info…


[Photo by Andrew G.]

Beef bacon

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Only at Turner’s Kitchen on 17th Street.


How to make La Taqueria’s green salsa

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Local writer Omar Mamoon got the scoop and put it in Esquire Magazine. Check it out.

BARTing in the rain

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From a series by local photographer Ronuae. See the rest here.

Now please enjoy this other post about the longest BART train of all time.

Life is better with bacon


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This week’s entertainment line up at Pops Bar:


Neverending BART train


[via Burrito Justice on Tumblr]

Now please enjoy all this previous BART coverage dating back like a decade…

1984 and startup workplace environments in 2017

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Via the world-famous Molly Young, a “[p]assage in 1984 that could also describe most start-up workplace environments in 2017″:

In principle a Party member had no spare time, and was never alone except in bed. It was assumed that when he was not working, eating, or sleeping, he would be taking part in some kind of communal recreations; to do anything that suggested a taste for solitude, even to go for a walk by yourself, was always slightly dangerous. There was a word for it in Newspeak: ownlife, it was called, meaning individualism and eccentricity.

Is it true?

[link] [Unrelated photos also by Molly Young]

Screaming advice


[via Melissa]

Evict who?

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And our ol’ pal Alejandro knows what happens next:

Then he’ll move to Oakland or L.A. har har harrrrrrr 🤘💀


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Biographical Info:

"I joked that living in the Mission would be the end of me. And there were nights where it felt like the case.

One night I went out with my friend Allan to the bar that no one goes to on 16th Street, where I lost half my drink and money on the dance floor. Later we skated down 16th to Evelyn Lee, where I fell off my board and landed on my head as the 22 bus sped past behind me. A sobering moment. At the bar, I sulked and nursed my wounds until Allan put on Amy Winehouse’s 'Valerie.' We danced, he dipped me, and I felt better."

— My pal Valerie, writing about life in the Mission