One of them is real I think. Can you tell which one?
In case you haven’t heard, it totally pays to be a puppy.
Previously:
Fuck, that thing where you put on your bike helmet but your bike is still like half a block away
— Nick Pal (@nick_pal) August 27, 2012
The inaugural season doesn’t start until fall, but there’s a pre-season game tonight! (And it’s at Dear Mom, so arrive early so you can try out the new dinner menu.)
I mean, just look at these gems! Joy Division, New Order, Erasure, Depeche Mode, and even some BOOTLEG PRINCE (written on the back of that cassette is DNA LOUNGE ’94–haven’t listened to that one yet but it is sure to be epic). The only reason I picked up the Alison Moyet is because the album was named ALF, although I am discovering that it doesn’t seem to have anything to do with my favorite alien.
Isn’t sidewalk music the best? What’s some of the best discarded stuff that you’ve ever found just lying around here?
Asked about her favorite interesting SF bathrooms, our pal Elly offers some sage advice:
i would never set foot in FARINA except to piss in their bathroom during a dire bladder moment. which has only happened once, and i was conflicted about even peeing in their bathroom because i see FARINA as a psychogeographic symbol of various things which have been taken from san francisco over the past 7 to 10 years. anyway, the bathroom is upstairs and it’s really opulent. [link]
I will surely keep that in mind, especially now that Dolores Park’s new bathrooms are facing delays. Anyway, here’s a peek inside:
Looks cool.
We heard air raid sirens yesterday afternoon despite it not being Tuesday at noon. Turned out it was just a test, but our pal The Fog Bender immediately began imagining the worst:
One more doozy after the jump:
I’ve been meaning to go into the Detox Market since they opened between 21st and 20th on Valencia. Our friends at Vegansaurus said nice things about them and they have some lovely window displays advertising vegan products. But let me be honest here: the word “detox” grosses me out. It makes me think of those embarrassing friends of friends (we all have them) who go on a weekend drinking and taco binge and show up to Sunday brunch only to order a side of fruit and proclaim that they’re “detoxing.” Fuck that. I hate that! They’ll spend that whole day eating fruit and drinking some sort of filtered lemon water and cayenne concoction talking about how it does “wonders” to their “system.” It is gross, but I digress.