Archive for February, 2005

A Bright Spot

Still more rain. Looking for a little color on a grey and rainy day.
I found it here in the South Bay at the Japantown farmer’s market.

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From Mr. Chia, onions.

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And Richard drove down from Half Moon Bay with a van full of spring.

Japantown Certified Farmers Market is open in the Winter, rain or shine,
every Sunday morning 8:30 till noon. Jackon & 6th. San Jose.

Partay – And Art-ay

I already sang the praises of the photographic installation over at Reverie in Cole Valley, and tonight, there’s wine and cheese opening. Come, meet the photographers and enjoy one of my favorite spots in the City:

Tonight – 6-8pm at Reverie Cafe: 848 Cole Street (at Carl).

Fame makes a man take things over

You may not be aware of my affinity with found photos and objects, but it borders on obsession.

I’ve made some amazing finds in various thrift stores, namely Thrift Town on Mission. BUT, the best finds are ones that I’ve found simply lying on the sidewalk, in gutters and in parking lots… and dare I say, in garbage cans! When I walk along the streets in SF, I often walk around with my head down, looking for a little slice of someone else’s life.

Some may think that this kind of behavior is introverted and anti-social. But in actuality, when my head is hung low while walking in the street, I am not trying to avoid eye contact… I am looking for a story.

Lyle_StateFairDomination_med.jpg I was delighted to hear about a current exhibit at the Heather Marx Gallery at 77 Geary, titled “Fame”. This exhibit showcases found photos is a new light. The artist, David Lyle, had discovered a common thread in many of the photos he was finding: many of these black-and-white shots from the 1950’s and 60’s showcase the subject as a winner, a celebrant or a trophy. He has taken these photographs and created paintings from them that echo these triumphant themes and appeal to our sense of nostalgia.

Everyone is famous for fifteen minutes, or as a wise friend once said to me, to fifteen people. These are some of the ideas behind this art show.

The show runs till next week, and it’s free of charge, so I think I’ll probably be catching a glimpse of it within the next few days… and then I’ll just walk the SF streets with my head down, looking for the next piece of found art.

Wired Rave Awards Round-up

Originally taken by courtney

One of the many perks I get as a Wired intern is to share event invitations with friends. Last night, I invited a slew of pals to the Wired Rave Awards at the Fillmore — many of which were fellow SF Metbloggers Jason Schupp, Jason DeFillippo, Courtney Patubo, and Min Jung Kim (I should also mention that my cohort for the evening was the very affable Niall Kennedy, lest he feel left out of the list).

Most of them couldn’t get in until the concert at 9:30, but they didn’t miss much. The first couple of “cocktail reception” hours consisted mostly of mingling and snacking (which was fun admittedly; it was like a mini-reunion with several people I haven’t seen in a long time).

But the real fun began when my friends were allowed in and the Polyphonic Spree took the stage. It truly was a sight to behold, as the 20+ band members made their way to the stage through the crowd. They manned a harp, two drums, a theremin, a funky recorder, a flute, three horns, a couple of guitars, a keyboard, and heaven knows what else. They simply overwhelmed us with pure unadulterated sound — so much so, I thought my ears were going to burst. A “symphonic pop band” indeed! Eight or so members acted as the backup singers/dancers, and the lead singer roused the crowd like an evangelical spreading the word of hope. One of the drummers even broke out into the crowd a couple times, standing on tables and drumming his heart out (almost knocked me and a couple friends over too!).

In the end, it was a good time had by all. Here’s a few links to several photos of the awards as taken by the folks I invited.

Meat Guy

Meat Guy If you’ve at one point in the last decade or so been a resident in San Francisco, you probably know about the Tamale Lady. Until a couple months ago, I didn’t know she had a counterpart.

This is the Meat Guy. Not exactly his official moniker, but while I was out with some coworkers at Dylan’s, this guy dressed completely in white came in with a styrofoam cooler selling sides of beef and other meats. I’m vegetarian, so I passed. My coworkers, apparently having satisfactory quantities of meat at home, also passed.

I have to wonder, though… if you did purchase meat from this guy… where would you put it, assuming you weren’t going home any time soon?

Dive In

There are few things more comforting than a well-worn booth populated by good friends, empty (cheap) beer bottles, and the sound of bar classics playing loudly over the din of shared war stories.

Stuff Magazine has issued a list of the top 13 dive bars in the country, and SF’s own 500 Club makes the list. I can recall one interesting evening after a particularly grueiling set of exams during which a random guy insisted on prattling on and on to a clearly blurry-eyed girl. The kisser? After she answered the “what do you do” question by saying “law school,” this hoodied, middle-aged skater boi snorted “you’re going to be a lawwwyerrrr?” and walked out the door.

Look out below.

I’m not sure if anyone has an accurate count of how many dive bars exist in our fair city – or even a concrete definition of what a dive bar is or is not – but I know everyone has a favorite haunt. Not for the parents or the firm partners – but always reliable for a much-needed Miller Light.

[nod to L.A. Observed for the link.]

Car Math: A Word Problem

Roommate B leaves for fantastic foreign vacation, leaving Roommate A with the keys to Car B. Roommate A has keys to Cars A and B, both parked in Monday spots, both need to be moved prior to street sweeping. How many car movements does Roommate A need to make before Cars A and B are safe from $35 parking tickets?

Answer: Ha! Trick question – apparently DPT doesn’t actually ticket on Presidents’ Day. At least, they never showed up today. However, Roommate A took the following actions anyway –

Move Cars A and B onto sidewalk, in front of House, H. Watch as Car J swoops in to steel Car B’s intended spot. Once DPT never shows, pull Car A into prime spot. Return Car B to original spot. Take Car A to airport. Return. Put Car A in spot 1. Note spot 1 is too small. Note Car B in spot 2 is big enough for Car A. So – simply pull Car B up 3 feet, leap from car, into Car A, move Car A back, double parking it between Car B and illegally parked vehicle X. Set A’s parking break and hazards. Leap back into Car B, move up into Spot 2. Growl at would-be spot theives in cars M, Y, and Z. Throw Car A in reverse, set parallel parking landspeed record. Re-park Car B avoiding driveways D and E.

Conclusion: Cars A and B are safe for another week. Roommate B is somewhere, mojito in hand, oblivious to frantic car movements. Roommate A reaffirms state of missing-Los Angeles, with copious available parking, and fewer stupid street cleaning antics.

Photogs Unite!

This morning about 20 photobloggers and journalists met up at the Embarcadero MUNI station for the protest that was organized by Jackson of SFist. There’s more info on my post from yesterday for background on the event. Jackson posted a wrap-up on SFist which sums it up very nicely so I’ll spare you my ramblings. I’m much better with images so I posted my photos of the event on Flickr.

Gaming in the Valley

Thanks to a weekend outing to the purported original D&D convention, it’s after midnight and I find myself in San Ramon, outside a Marie Callender’s that just half an hour ago seemed bustling, but is now closed. My inner voice whines, Marie Callender’s closes? You mean they’re a real restaurant? I thought they were like, you know, Denny’s. Or at least Baker’s Square.

I briefly flirt with the idea of getting in my car and going all the way back home to the city, where I can get something at King of Thai Noodle or at least my own kitchen. But San Ramon is in the East Bay’s Tri-Valley Area, or at least I think it is and would know for sure what the area was called if I weren’t such a city-dwelling, Silicon-Valley-working weenie. It’s part of a stretch of suburbia along I-680, behind the hills that you would see to the east if you were on the bay itself, which means I am not going anywhere easily.

Closed Marie Callender’s is next to a strip mall which has a Closed Chevy’s and some Closed Places of Non-Feeding-You Business. Beyond these, there’s a Chevron. I have not eaten in eleven hours and I am not picky.

Was he listening to Creedence at the time?

Were you stranded in traffic on the Bay Bridge today? Thank Jonathan Fish:

The 20-year-old San Francisco resident was cruising across the upper deck of the Bay Bridge at 10:40 a.m., smoking a cigarette. When he got near the Harrison Street off-ramp, he rolled down the window of his white 2004 Ford Expedition SUV and tossed out the butt, authorities said.

Instead of bounding along the pavement, however, the still-lit cigarette blew back in and set the interior of Fish’s $30,000 SUV ablaze, he told police.

Black smoke filled the vehicle. Fish pulled over to the far left-hand lane about 100 feet from the Harrison Street exit and leaped from the Expedition — leaving the SUV in neutral instead of park.

The flaming Expedition rolled driverless into a guardrail by the exit, where it crashed to a stop and burned to the frame.

California Highway Patrol officers and fire crews arrived and closed the off-ramp until 11:45 a.m., tying up traffic all the way back to the toll plaza. Fish had his hair singed but was otherwise unharmed.

Tossing a burning cigarette onto the road is a misdemeanor, and even though this particular cigarette never actually hit the road, Fish will probably be cited all the same, the CHP said. The fine could be as much as $1, 000.

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