Here’s a veggie sandwich from Pal’s Take Away hanging out at Precita Park

And they’re available every day! You can get one of these whenever you want! Yum!!!

[via Lizzy]

They might be kindergarten teachers

Local blogger anadromy experienced some deep thoughts while observing a pair of twentysomething dudes on the 47 the other day:

Both of them had their noses buried in their phones. Just as I was about to get off, they noticed each other and said what’s up. From the way they interacted, it was obvious they worked together and were both on the way to the office. Based solely on appearance, vibe, and where the bus was heading, I would be willing to place a large wager that they were both tech dudes on their way to some kind of startup South of Market. One guy said he was coming from Pacific Heights. The other said he was coming from Hayes Valley. The guy from Pac Heights asked, “Where’s that?” and I got bummed out because these two guys started to seem like a microcosm of everything that is wrong with San Francisco these days but then I got off the bus and thought about it some more and, whatever, at least they were riding MUNI and not some disgusting luxury shuttle and at least their company is based here in the city and not some fucked up suburb an hour away. Then I realized I could be totally wrong about them. Who knows? They could be kindergarten teachers or something. I was recently at a bar in Baja and there were these American bros having a bachelor party there. I assumed based on appearances and context that the women with them were probably prostitutes. But it turned out the women dancing with the bros were, in fact, kindergarten teachers just out having fun on a Saturday night.

Seems like a good rule of thumb to me: don’t hate, for They Might Be Kindergarten Teachers. (Also, who the hell cares where Hayes Valley is, anyway?)

[link] [Photo by Colleen Cummins]

Pixel art Giants logo made of 7-Up and Sunkist orange soda 12-packs

[via Stokemonster]

Emo band Hawthorne Heights is playing at local jazz club Yoshi’s

So, I got the band wrong and my timing was a little off, but my prediction from March ’09 was essentially pretty sound:

Get tickets here. (Thanks for the tip, Camille!)

Bonus ancient Yoshi’s jokes after the jump: (more…)

Great ideas

[via Capp Street Crap]

How to truly enjoy Billy Goat Hill

[via Dale Thorn]

Hipster sleep-aid

Yeaaaaaah!

Cool paintings by local artist Jesse Schlenker

On display now at the newly open Bernal Star in Bernal Heights. Bernalwood posted this and a couple more too. Read on for more story and cool paintings of Bernal and the 101-280 hairball.

All the people I ran into at the Cloud Nothings show last night

Everybody and their mom was there!

  • Pat from Cocktails (the band)
  • Rain from Darn-It! (the denim repair shop)
  • Chad from Noise Pop (the music festival)
  • Ben from BFF (the radio station)
  • Tyler from Oskar Blues (the microbrewery)
  • Nicole from Phono del Sol (the outdoor concert at Potrero del Sol THIS WEEKEND)
  • Literally a thousand 19-year-olds

The show was pretty great, but as you can see from this ‘gram, most people had a pretty hard time getting a decent sightline on the drummer, which sucks because he is #thebest

Now let’s watch a great video:

(Full disclosure: I was Pat’s +1, so technically I didn’t really run into him.)

[Photo by b_wert]

Some asshole in a silver BMW with license plate 5SHC554 just chucked this empty Arizona Mucho Mango can onto 20th Street, allegedly

Musta got more wasted at Trick Dog than intended, needed to rehydrate by slammin’ a half liter of high fructose corn syrup. Like a boss.

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