Behind the counter three nights a week these days is none other than my man Justin, one of the geniuses that helped make the Rosamunde Sausage Grill/Toronado Burger Tuesday tradition so god damn amazing. Justin rules, and the fact that he’s at Bender’s now is a good thing for everyone.
My friend and I put together a u.s. west coast film tour of experimental shorts. We’re currently on tour; our first show is tonight in Portland but I wanted to give you the heads up for our SF show on Friday, August 7th.
For SF, (since that’s where I live) we are planning on doing something a little different. We are going to project the films, with sound, inside the muni — lines N, J, and L.
The majority of the films being screening are made by local sf filmmakers and more info can be found [here].
Asked about a route, she continues:
We’re planning on starting off on the N at Ocean Beach. When we get to Embarcadero, we’ll transfer to the J and head out to the Mission. Eventually, we’ll make our way to the L most likely starting from somewhere in the sunset or maybe in the castro.
The other night I was on Taylor Street in some other neighborhood and I saw a tree growing in the sewer. I need to visit other neighborhoods more often.
Does anyone else notice that there are a lot of cops around tonight?
Low-Prof Plainclothes stopping dealers; Blue-Suited Busters pulling over people who don’t have a license and barely seem able to drive (seen here); and Red Zone Rollers lurking in their cars, watching the 16th and Mission Thursday Slam Jam.
When our pal Sangroncito isn’t taking beautiful pictures of the Mission, he’s probably taking beautiful pictures of Brazil. In this case, a gorgeous aerial look at Recife. I mean, we’ve all seen gorgeous aerial shots of Rio and São Paulo a jillion times, but who the hell had any idea what Recife looked like?
Yay! Today’s Broke-Ass Stuart Broke-Ass of the Week is Brock Keeling of SFist (and, thus, this is the best edition yet). Brock shouts out Bender’s (no surprise), offers up the notion that walking around downtown on the weekends can be fun (surprise), and supplies my new favorite answer to the question “Despite not having any money, do you still love your life?”