I always mean to take more pictures of piles of junk on the sidewalk, but often neglect to. Luckily, le is on top of things. Link.
Update: I was so busy poking fun at the Weekly, I neglected to dig a little deeper. Turns out this photo is but one of many in Elly’s set devoted to discarded chairs on the streets of SF: chairs.
Also, this reminds me of Eric Slatkin’s payphones.
Tree from the Free Farm Stand yesterday told us about potato towers:
As people must know by now I am excited about planting potatoes this year and last week we built and planted four towers in 2 gardens. On Tuesday a few friends showed up at Treat Commons and we installed the tall wire mesh potato tower there. A lot of kids from the park came in the garden to help and they mixed up soil and mulch and added it to the tower. Later that day we went to the Secret Garden with the Jamestown Center kids and planted potatoes in trash cans with their bottoms cut off.
Read on for lots more detail about how it’s done, including explanation of the lasagna bit.
It’s like when the punks in the Youth Brigade movie thieved credit card numbers in order to make the long-distance calls necessary to book a US tour. DIY! Sunset Magazine — oi, oi, oi! Link.
Once upon a time, all the good punk songs were about how great London was or how great New York City was or how great LA was. Growing up in Northern California, I felt left out.
Youth Brigade‘s “Sink with California” was probably mostly about LA too, but the chorus was inclusive enough for me. So I loved singing along to it, and I loved being proud of where I was from, and I loved Youth Brigade.
But there’s more to Youth Brigade’s story than just that song. They started a seminal punk label and got in adventures and did some other stuff presumably, and it’s all documented in Let Them Know: The Story of Youth Brigade and BYO Records, which screens tonight at the Roxie at 7:15 as part of the San Francisco Independent Film Festival.
AND THEN, there’s an afterparty at Thee Parkside at which Youth Brigade and Filthy Thieving Bastards perform! (And you get a discount when you show your ticket stub from the movie.)
A special valentine from Chicken John to anyone with a cause:
If you are activated on a topic, and need help… gimme a shout. You can acess to the tools that I have labored to build to get 700 people to a planning commisision meeting. I don’t even have to agree with you. Straight up.
7×7 just published a “round up of second-hand Prada, secret patios, world-class art, off-the-menu cocktails, coffee tasting bars, bike staples” and “pizza wars.” Link. (Thanks, Eve!)
It is going to be a whole slew of every thing we do– from paintings to zines to bag to stationary to bits from our upcoming graphic novel… along with other cool stuff from our fellow studio artists. We’ll also be raising some money for the nonprofit we created that’s dedicated to creating, printing and distributing local language books in West Africa.
"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."