Youth is King.
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Speaking of Buddhas making a home for themselves in San Francisco …
Civic Center is a weirdo magnet. There aren’t as many homeless squatters as when I first moved here, the majority of them have migrated upstream to the United Nations Plaza, but Civic Center still remains a weirdo magnet.
And Civic Center is also ground zero for various parties and political rallies over the year. There’s Love Fest which brings in some 100,000 people, and Pride next month which brings in some one million people and is one of the largest outdoor festivals on the West Coast.
Hopefully my new buddy here, Three Heads Six Arms, will survive unmolested during his stay here.
I’m already looking forward to what kind of party and protest pictures he will appear in 2010 – 2011.
Man, a lot of San Francisco DJs sure have a Buddhism fetish.
If I was any kind of Eastern religious deity I would make a home for myself in San Francisco and just let the party come to me.
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Photo courtesy of Douglas Zimmerman
I usually have a lot of fun checking out the BYOBW race every year, but it has been raining sporadically these past few weeks and I’m old and cranky. It takes a lot for me to get out of the house these days, especially on a wet Sunday.
Fortunately my good friend Doug made it out and took some great pictures.
Such is the glory of the Internet. You never have to leave your house anymore and can still live the event vicariously through your computer.
Man, I think there’s a good chance that Sunset at Stafford Lake is going to get rained in this Sunday. Although if we pool our collective energies and prayers of restitution together, we might still be able to pull off a miracle. We’ll see.
AND they gave me a free t-shirt!
Valentine’s Day was on the same day as Chinese New Years, so as I rode my bike home not only did a get a lot of devil horns and “fuck yeah!” from most of San Francisco but all of The Outer Sunset was PACKED with people taking the whole family out to eat and I got an equal amount of unique and happy expressions from my people. Especially from the kids. It’s kind of funny how all these different subcultures and foreign cultures overlap each other in San Francisco and sometimes mutate together to form a really unique pop culture experience.
Thank you, Michelle Morby and Robert Girvin.
Best. San Francisco Valentine’s Day Flash Mob. EVER.
The Friendship Bench is the very first thing I wrote about on here and one of the first truly unique and neat things I noticed when I moved into The Outer Sunset.
The idea that someone can convert their house into a little public art space is really charming and the fact that it’s survived unmolested all these years is amazing. I keep on discovering new things everytime I take pictures here.
Nice use of sand dollars. Sand dollars are local sea urchins that are indigenous to Ocean Beach. If you know how, you can collect them along the beach and then bleach them to a shiny white. You see them everywhere out here. Locals have them in their garages and gardens; you can see them in the mural over by the Ortega Street library. Collecting sand dollars is very much a Outer Sunset / beach culture kind of pastime.
I met the owner of this house the other day as he was pulling into his driveway. He was super nice and explained that The Friendship Bench was his wife’s idea. She set most of this up and since she passed away he has been maintaining it as a shrine to her.
And that’s what I love about The Outer Sunset; the idea that you can just convert your house into a mini shrine and no one will stop you.
I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again, I love Golden Gate Park
GGP is larger than Central Park, Narnia, and Middle-Earth combined. That’s a fact, you can look it up on wikipedia. I’ve spent over a decade exploring GGP and there are still parts of the park that are new to me and fun to get lost in.
So this is my homage to the year 2009 in the greatest, free, multi-billion dollar, urban backyard that mankind has ever created.
That and I somehow managed to make it through another year without getting bit by some homeless kids dog. Yeah!
The Outer Sunset might as well be renamed New Chinatown. My neighborhood is primarily Asian, mostly Chinese, and some of my more creative neighbors have converted their cars into neat little pop culture shrines. If Tera Patrick ever moved into The Outer Sunset I’d imagine she’d have a Hello Kitty shrine like this in her car too.
I was fortunate enough this day to find the Hello Kitty car parked facing towards the beach as the sun set, so it’s a clear shot. I love also that they chose to have the dashboard idol facing towards the windshield instead of towards the driver. Makes for a great picture.
I wasn’t as lucky with this green themed car and it was foggy and overcast that day. Hey, welcome to The Outer Sunset.
Notice how both these cars are very color coordinated. Even down to the green lid of the Lysol hand wipes next to the baby seat in the back. You know the color of a product is a deal breaker with this family when it comes to what they will buy and put in their car. They could be at Target and there could be some hand wipes with a pink lid that were half the price of the green lid hand wipes and if anyone dared to put the pink lid hand wipes in the cart the parents would be all “What the fuck is wrong with you? We’re down with green, you know that. You want to buy any of that pink shit than you might as well go ride with that Hello Kitty family and ask them to adopt you as well because you ain’t no child of mine. Now put that pink crap back where you found it before I have to decapitate you like all those stuffed animals that weren’t down with green”
If the gay mafia ever bough a house in The Outer Sunset I’d bet they’d move into this mini-fortress. And not just because of the pepto-bismol pink color of the house or the quaint white picket fence, but also because of the shear size of the house.
Corner houses are traditionally larger homes, but this is one of the most extreme examples of that rule that I’ve seen out here. It’s like a fortress of pinkness. Check out how she’s almost twice the size of her serf neighbors downhill.
Big Pink Gay House FTW.