Spectacular fog lately

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[via The Minutes]

Inside the somewhat socialist, slightly skanky artist community that is Project Artaud

Some filmmakers are working on a profile of the folks that live and work at Project Artaud, the artist community on Florida Street. Here’s the deal:

For the uninitiated, this video is meant to be our “proof of concept.”  In other words, the film above is a trailer for a longer piece we hope to shoot starting January 2013.  Between now and 2013, we’ll be finishing pre-production and raising money.

Project Artaud is our maiden subject.  Eventually, we hope to expand our scope to include artist communities located both nationally and internationally.  If all goes well, Shared Vision will become a series of 30 minute videos on artist communities throughout world.

Sounds good! Watch:

Read on for further background.

Free kittens!

The SF SPCA will honor the following deals through Labor Day:

  • Adult cats (over 6 months): FREE every day!
  • Kittens (under 6 months): FREE on Saturdays! Just $100 other days. 2-for-1 limited time offer!
  • Small Dog, Big Heart special (dogs under 20 pounds and over 6 months): $50

Details here.

Tartine’s new bread shop now open on Valencia Street

Dang, we first heard about this project almost two years ago, and now it’s finally open. Eater SF reports:

Options include a variety of Scandinavian smørrebrød, which are like stacked-up open-face sandwiches. Those go for $6 a pop, or you can try three different ones for $15. Sandwiches on house-baked Scandinavian-style breads cost around $13 or $14, there are also salads, soups and baked goods on offer.

The Bar Tartine shop is now open Wednesday through Friday from 10:30 a.m. to 2:30 p.m. [link]

Bread!

[Photo by Shelley P.]

‘Hard Ticket to Hawaii’, a summer blockbuster like no other, screens tonight only at the Roxie

The title and this still alone should have you convinced, but just in case, here’s an excerpt — the gnarliest, most stunningly inexplicable 1:42 of cinema you will ever watch:

The Roxie rules. Get advance tickets here.

I guess this is one way to inform your lunch companion that the person to your right at the counter at St. Francis Fountain is problematic

Or maybe they were talking about the butter knife? Anyway, if you were being annoying at St. Francis this afternoon, you know who you are, I guess?

[via LLL]

Whimsical handbills on Mission Street: ‘I hate my fucking babysitter’ and ‘Lost 1996 Motorola Memo Xpress Pager’

These were submitted by Georgia McNamara via our Facebook timeline. See a few more here.

UPDATE: SFist spotted a similar bunch over in North Beach.

Escaped monkey on the loose!

The Fog Bender: Too High

Car Beat: ’65 Muscle Wagon

From now on, whenever I see a cool car around the neighborhood, I’m gonna take pictures and send them to my pal Eric up in Portland who runs Other People’s Things, my favorite car blog. He’ll respond with some knowledge and we’ll post the results here and it’ll be called “Car Beat.” Here’s what Eric has to say about this Rambler I saw today:

Looks to be a Third Generation (1965-66) Rambler Classic 770 Cross Country Wagon.  This one is probably a ’65 because it only has one mirror…it came standard in ’66.

The Rambler started as a Nash nameplate, but after they merged with Hudson in the ’50s to form American Motors- Wisconsin’s only car manufacturer.

This one is in the “770″ Trim, which is the top of the line V8 version, essentially a muscle car station wagon.

Haven’t seen the wagon around Portland, just the sedan, nice find!

Thanks, Eric! More pics after the jump:

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Allan Hough

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Email: allanhough@gmail

Website: http://allanhough.bandcamp.com

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