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San Francisco has a long history of celebrating its freaks— or eccentrics if you want to be PC about it, which we don’t. Perhaps the most famous San Francisco freak of all time is Emperor Norton. A freak on the scene from way back in the mid/late eighteen hundreds, Emperor Norton (born Joshua Abraham Norton), declared himself “Emperor of these United States” and “Protector of Mexico”, and walked the streets in his elaborate military uniform, doing inspections of the city and giving lengthy philosophical explanations to anyone who would listen.... (more)
"Let's go in", she says."To the scary Mexican Bar?""Yes"
12am. We're standing outside Carlos', the perpetually raucous Mexican bar/discotheque next to 24th st BART. She must be drunker than I thought. Or maybe just too new. Having moved here from London five days ago, she hasn't yet realized that the many Mexican bars dotting the Mission—most so authentic their interiors are sovereign Mexican territory—are strictly off limits. Heavily guarded fortresses on the front lines of a red hot culture war between the Mission's indigenous Mexican culture and the invading hipster hoards (aka us).... (more)
Alcohol is a truth serum. When people get drunk the truth comes out— whether you want it or not…. But every time someone says this I bite my tongue. No matter how true the statement may be, it always seems incomplete. It begs for a "yeah, but… (insert catch here)". But frustratingly, while the catch seems obvious, I've never been able to capture it in words.
So last Friday night, finding myself with nothing to do and beer in the fridge, I figured the time had come. It was time to capture the catch. The following, polished in sobriety, is what I came up with:
When people get drunk... (more)
As someone with lots of female friends, I must report an alarming trend: almost none of them are getting laid. They want to get laid—or at least complain incessantly about how long it's been. They're hot. And most should be in their sexual prime (late twenties/early thirties). What the not fuck?
Because this trend seems correlated with me not getting laid, I've spent considerable time analyzing it. As far as I can tell there are four driving factors.
1. They're turning down bad sex. They've had enough bad sex in their lifetime to realize that the oft quoted saying,... (more)
As technology marches on, quality usually improves. The computer you're reading this on, for example, is probably much higher quality (more performance, lighter, etc.) than your last one—and cost you less money. But strangely, the quality of digital audio and video seems to be decreasing.
But what about my new HD TV and Blu-Ray player, you ask? True, the video and audio quality in DVD players, audio receivers, and the like continues to increase. But how often do you experience that higher quality? If you're like me, not very often. These days, more often than not... (more)
Looking at my BrooWaha stats this morning, I saw that my latest article, Advertising: So Evil It's Good, wasn’t doing so hot. Whereas previous articles had garnered upwards of 500 hits, my latest attempt was stalling around 150. “Could this be due to a decrease in BrooWaha’s overall popularity”, my bruised ego wondered. Doubtful, but my curiosity was piqued. Just how popular is BrooWaha anyway? How many hits does the whole network get? Is it increasing or decreasing in popularity? Considering the amount of time I put into BrooWaha, this suddenly seemed like need to know information. I decided... (more)
Like most of you who’ll read this, I HATE advertising. It is the glossy, airbrushed face of the devil. Raping my consciousness daily with thousands of messages I don’t want or need. But lately, slowly, my hatred is dissipating. Displaced by the grudging realization that advertising, in its increasing sophistication, does more good than evil.
Perhaps it’s Stockholm syndrome. My advertising captors have had me so long I’ve begun to love them. But I don’t think so. As far as I can see, there are at least three good reasons to embrace advertising.... (more)
I was sitting here in Muddy's coffee shop working until I felt compelled to relate the very San Francisco experience I just had. I was in the middle of writing an article when a man headed for the door distracted my attention. He was tall, black, probably mid-fortyish, and his outfit, a brown blazer, jeans, and red bandanna, hinted at a survived and mellowed Jimmy Hendrix. As he crossed the room he said, to no one in particular, "My existential reality", and walked out the door. I looked across the room and shared an amused glance with a woman on the opposite wall. I... (more)
Living in San Francisco, homelessness is not just a problem you read about. Every day on my way to work I come face to face with dozens of people living on the street who ask me for help. It's made me think a lot about the way society treats the homeless and what I should do when I'm approached for money. I've been doing some research and have come up with a few simple strategies I thought I'd share. Human Shield: If you're lucky enough to be walking close to someone, position yourself so that they're in-between you and the bum. It's now their problem to deal with. Once in position,... (more)
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I was hanging with my housemate Esther at Brainwash (a very hip cafÃ©/bar/laundromat south of market), when the local ABC7 news team burst in and after a quick look around headed straight for us. "Have you ever heard of fart.com?" asked reporter David Louie. "Fart.com?" I said, unsure I heard him correctly. What has the local news come to? "No, fark.com, F A R K. It's a website focusing on strange and funny news stories. It's become extrememely popular with people in your age group." He went on to explain that Ester and I were in just the right demographic for a story they were doing and... (more)