After dropping Art at the airport a little before noon on Sunday, I decided to hit the city and see if I could hook up with a friend (yes, I do have one or two) to have dinner at the Front Porch in the Mission. Good news? Yes, she is hot to do dinner. Bad news? She had a big lunch, so I have mega time to kill. Since it takes me about an hour to get home, I’m thinkin it may be best to find something to do for the next how ever many hours. It’s San Francisco. I’m me. Duh. Find something to do? Well double duh. The only camera I had was my i-phone, it’ll do. I walked about 18 blocks and this is what I came up with. Amazing what you see when you pay attention. This was just neighborhood stuff. And my observations, of course.
This bike ain’t goin’ anywhere with anyone it ain’t ‘sposed to. Damn, that’s a creative bike owner. It’s like they’re daring someone, anyone, to just try and steal this bike.
I made a decision based on this street sign, basically. Well, the street sign was the final thing that made it for me.
Please interpret. I guess I’m too old and white to read street. Like I ever could.
Coffee coffee coffee. They played French music the entire latte.
Love the racing swoosh on that high performance Honda there. Bet that if you can get it started it goes sooper dooper fast n stuff.
Again, translation please. Sigh.
H is for Hipster. Which is eee- zackly what I found inside. And I quote “So, we’re going out to the desert this weekend. The REAL desert, like, hardcore. Not even any grass or anything” Oh, yes, I’d say that’s pretty hardcore honey.
Overheard (because I’m a huge eavesdropper):
“Yeaahhhh, I’m trying really hard to like living in Oakland, but……yeah”
St. Peter would love the mural work on this church. I wonder if it lights up in neon at night? Considering the neighborhood, probably.
The hills have eyes. Probably St. Peter’s. Looking over the dead. Hmmm. I thought this was really beautiful, but now I’m a little scared. Now that I’m really looking at it. Hmmm. I see dead people. Everywhere. Eeeeep.
Fedora, sombrero, or Holy Crusader Superhero Mask? So many choices! And who knew there was a store that sold all three under one roof? Dang, I shoulda picked one up for the Sierra Hi-Lo Jeep poker run we’re going on next weekend! Nothing says “I can navigate ANYTHING” like a Holy Crusader Superhero Mas!. Tsk.
I think our next weapon purchase will be a raygun. Less kick. The proof is in the bunny weilding it.
Chicks with guns.
When lab animals evolve, there’s gunna be a helluva lotta payback. I’m guessing the recoil casualties are gunna be huge though. But it’s gunna take a lot of lab animals to prove my theory.
Best mural in the neighborhood. There goes the neighborhood.
The second half of Sailor Jerry’s tribute to drinking.
Booze, trash…..welcome to the Mission in San Francisco.
Authorized Medical Marijuana Dispensary. Oh California, would it be so wrong to just step off the edge and go Amsterdam instead of dancing this stupid little dance? I saw NUNS going in and out of that place. Sisters Mary and Jane? Nah, probably just doing nun stuff in the apartments upstairs.
Ring the bell indeed.
Indeed, it does.
Almost everything on their menu is fantastic. Today I had the catfish. It was okay. Not fantastic, just okay. Kind of a let down for the Front Porch.
Sweeeeeettttt! Bonus! 3-D!!!!!
Chick second from the left is who my money’s on. She’s got runners legs for sure.
Tailored for white suburbia, still, translation? I love this guy. He’s makin’ skrill on something he used to have to do when nobody was lookin’. Go Nate.
Not bad for a former punk kid street artist, again, go Nate.
A little blurred, but so’s Nate. Appropriate.
On wood as a canvas. Humongus too!
Mixed acrylic and spray can. The layering is amazing.
One of my “hobbies”…..finding amazing, or just plain edible, BBQ wherever I find myself. It’s a cultivated talent. And fun.
Nice business cards. Playing cards. Cute.
Those would be my walkin shooz, I had em on for a reason today! 18 blocks worth!! Ouch. I earned my dinner at the Front Porch.
Very. Russian. I know that’s vague, but it’s based on her thick accent. Maybe I shoulda said very Eastern European. Those boots are 100% American Ho Trash though. That much I’m sure of.
I’m thinking she’s pretty much punchin’ 1/4 hour timecard. The 10 year old kid hangin’ with her threw me for a minute, but the appearance of her also Eastern European “manager” and quick exit by the kid confirmed my suspicions. She ducked into the seedy bar right quick after he showed up. Truth. I can’t make this shit up.
I love green doors.
a whole lot. I may do a whole series on colored doors. That would be awesome.
Playground? Or place someone chains up their pitbull & Rottweiler collection? Neither is very appealing….
Playground? or dog run? drumroll please……
And the answer is? Playground for the lucky enrolled students of Katherine Michiel’s School!!! I wonder if she chains them up or just let’s them wallow off leash? “Infants to 5th grade”. Oh gawd, I hope she doesn’t put the infants in the ‘playground’. Sheesh.
Dear San Francisco Homeowner:
Your plant wants out. Badly.
Lazyboy? Check. Side table for afternoon cocktail? Check.
TV just in case there’s nothing to watch on the street? Check.
That’s right. Free! Shooz!!! Cool, maybe. Well, probably not in the case of used shooz. But FREE!!! is almost always good, right?
Well, good to know the meds are working. Yay!
This says I love miniature shoes and miniature dogs. Wow.
Miniature. Ghost. Dog.
Aren’t we all at some point?
This would make the most fab toilet seat! Nobody would linger, that’s for sure. # 1 and done….;)
Thar cahn be only wuunn.
Apple peach pecan key lime cherry chocolate cream? Nope, it’s a bar.
Seriously good name for a bakery. I’m going to remember that.
These shooz were FREE too!!! Bonus, they match! But seriously, was it that much more effort to just put them IN the garbage can? Or is this something else? I hate you, I’m gunna put your favorite shoes out on the garbage can on the corner of Guarraro and 20th? I hate these shoes, but someone else might want them, so I don’t want to throw them out? Dude, you don’t need those shoes, take em off and just leave em here, we’ll get em on the way back?
Songs win wars, not guns. We shall overcome……
Oh, hello Boston Terrier with a head bigger than mine.
To hell with sleeping out in the open on the streets of SF. Lop your REI 4 man and park your shopping cart in the allotted space. Soup kitchen opens at 8, be there or be, um….just be there, kay?
Guilt people into hygiene. Sweet.
Stop it people. Nobody cares, seriously. Stop. It. Somebody asked the question; what would they do in the wild (I know, this question is completely out of context, but it was asked) My answer:
Well, the first to go would be the small dog at the end. Daisy is gator-bait. Then Jesus and Diego would perish mindlessly chasing their soccer ball into a deadly ravine lurking with tigers, badgers and one very angry mongoose. Dad would be beaten to death by the natives for wearing his hat sideways like a retard, which signifies mental weakness and necessitates culling to avoid spreading those genes. Mom would be caught unawares by some wild animal whilst rummaging thru her oversized purse for a tic tac and a Valium. Mayra will survive, but only after being found malnourished, curled up shivering in the fetal position in the back of some smelly bone littered bear cave after a mere 3 hour separation from the rest of her ultimately doomed and quickly defeated clan.
I love picture taking and story making. 🙂