New BART seats actually look pretty vintage

Definitely an improvement though.

[via Vic]

In case you missed it, here’s how the solar eclipse went

You had to get creative if you wanted to observe it.

[via Scott McDowell]

Hot new look for summer: Day-glo matchy matchy

These two people didn’t know each other, and didn’t plan their matching outfits, but they sure look great together. (AND it wasn’t even B2B day.)

Graffiti plea

Seems to be working!

Muni acrobat

[via Last Renaissance]

Occu∏ strikes again, all over the nice new mural that just replaced it

First this space was Occu∏’s, then a new mural went up over it, and now Occu∏ is back.

“Occupy, you’re really starting to piss me off,” says Reader Rob T., who sent us this pic, “We get the point but quit wrecking cool stuff!” Which raises the question: Does Occu∏ have anything to do with Occupy, or is this just another culture jam?

How do you feel about laws?

3-1-1 is a joke!

[via Meesha]

Local comedian’s brush with Facebook wealth

Local comedian Emily Heller, on the occasion of Facebook’s IPO, shares the tale of her brush with Facebook wealth. She’d grown up with a lot of kids who went on to bigger and better things (at Facebook):

When I was on the debate team in high school, there was a kid on my team named Justin. He was a couple years older than me, and he was a genius. He used to teach an elective physics class to the other smarty pantses who were too smart for the physics classes that the TEACHERS at our school offered. I, meanwhile, didn’t even take science senior year, opting instead for three history classes, a poetry class, and remedial math.

One day, Justin and I were talking about the future. I knew he was going places; places I would never go; places that had lots of money in them. I asked him what his plan was, and here’s what he told me:

“I’m going to graduate from Stanford in two years. Then, I’ll do grad school in a year. Then I’m going to find some way to make millions of dollars very quickly. Then, when I’m twenty-five, I’m going to retire.”

Read on for the dramatic conclusion, which takes place out front of an SF warehouse party.

Hey little kid holding a balloon on the 14-Mission, what time is it?

It’s time to fucking party. T.G.I.F!

(Thanks, Stan S!)

How to make guacamole

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Allan Hough

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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