Bike surfer hangin’ loose on a sunny Sunday afternoon

Damn I sure love it when city streets are closed to automobile traffic.

[Photo by Bhautik Joshi]

Some cute New Yorker is aping Humphry Slocombe’s steez

[via Sexpigeon]

Buck naked from the waist down holding up traffic on the 101 onramp

Yeah, no pictures?

[Thanks, Jen!]

When can you trust a woman?

[via cellybrain]

Orderly pile of unused razors on BART part of viral marketing campaign by Coca-Cola?

Last week, somebody came across this orderly pile of (hopefully?) unused razors on BART. Was it an art project? Was it a public health concern? Was it some kind of terrorist plot?

Our buddy David G. wrote in over the weekend with some news:

Umm I may have an explanation

I’m not sure it’s an “explanation” exactly, but it’s pretty good. Here it is:

Wind damage or what?

I mean, the wind nearly took down a whole theater marquee on Mission the other day, so I guess it’s not out of the question that it could’ve done this damage too. We Built This City offers up another explanation too:

Victim of yesterday’s wind? Or a drunken Saturday brouhaha? [link]

Okay, maybe some brawlers could’ve had a hand in this. OR, seeing as how this is right outside Bender’s, maybe bike parking was especially tough last night and it was a pile of bikes that felled this little sapling.

Vibrator gutter dance

Doctor Dex wrote in to share a fun little story:

Thought you might be interested to hear about this crazy little scene I ran into yesterday on Mission St.  while headed to  Taqueria Cancun.  Walking down Mission, I noticed this woman in front of a produce stand kick something into the street.  Upon further inspection, I realize it is some sort of a vibrator.  I think it was an older model perhaps, one with the battery pack and control connecting via wire to the egg like vibrator.  After snapping a couple of pictures and deciding what to do next, the thing turns on as if possessed by some sort of sex ghost and starts bouncing back and forth against the curb.  I manage to capture a short video before an FJ Cruiser decides he wants to park right on top of the little devil and kill the mood.

Watch the brief video here.

Ribity comes out!

From our buddy Brock:

Breaking: Ribity spotted across from Castro Theater atop blue Victorian. Camera won’t take clear pic. Anyway, Ribity is out of the closet, clearly.

The pic looks fine to me, baby. Congrats, Ribity!

Windy shitty

Apparently we were all almost killed by a falling theater marquee. Mission Local reports:

Police closed off a block of Mission Street, between 20th and 21st street, as a safety precaution because a metal sheet from the Tower Theater sign was flapping from the wind.

“It was flapping like a flag,” said ice cream vendor, Magdaleno Gutierrez. “It would have killed someone.”

Firefighters arrived sometime after 1:30 p.m. and placed ropes to hold together the roughly 30 foot-long metal sign, according to a Department of Traffic and Parking employee on the scene.

I don’t see what the big deal was. I was in the park all afternoon and it was perfectly pleasant. Read on.

Brunch hate

Reader Lisza encountered these signs on her way home from brunch today:

I encountered this saddening hatred on my way home from brunch (with a high bun no less)!

Thanks, Lisza!

Here’s one more:

Allan Hough

Posts: 7810

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