There’s something monumental about pulling your belongings out of storage, unpacking the kitchen, putting away clothes and bedding, then getting a second burst of energy as you unpack the big screen and other toys, excited to watch a movie on your first night in your new home. Amazing feeling, besides sleeping in your own bed again, nothing compares to getting your living room back.
Unfortunately, I’m only two-thirds settled. I think it has to do with the fact that last week, Jay and I discovered 1/3 of our personal belongings were stolen from us whilest nearly everything we owned was stored by U-Haul U-Box of San Francisco. Its really hard to set up one’s living room when one doesn’t have anything to plug in.
When Jay and I were readying to moved to San Francisco, from Buffalo, we had done our research on moving services. The costs we were quoted from various sources ranged from $1200 to $3500. We settled on U-Box, a service branded under U-Haul, mainly because we were familiar with the U-Haul brand, they mentioned secure storage everywhere on their site, and they on the lower end of the price range… $1500.
Late November, we had the box delivered to Buffalo, NY. Using my anal rententive expert packing skills we trustingly placed everything we owned, save for clothes and a few must-have belongings in the U-Box, and locked it with a U-Haul branded lock we purchased from the company. We had the only keys. Honestly, that felt like the most secure thing ever… at the time.
We drove 3,000 miles across the country, with faith that in a few weeks, our stuff would be stored safe and secure while we settled and hunted for a place to live. It took us 4 months before we finally landed in our new 2-bedroom at the Warrington in good ole Tendernob.
It was only when we tried to get our U-Box delivered to us did the uneasiness begin to stir. First, we found out that U-Box is simply an affiliate of U-Haul, and that the San Francisco office was maintained by two girls who decided when and if you had a delivery date. With us, they completely neglected to schedule the drop-off date when we asked, then complained that we wouldn’t agree to the most convient time for them (overnight, HA! not in the ‘loin you ain’t). When they did deliver last Wednesday, there was no time-frame, just that it was first out.
Around 11am that Wednesday, we received a call that the U-Box girls were outside. Outside, but a block down from where we were, and already proceeding to unload the crate. I ran down to meet the girls, informing them that they were way off the mark. No matter, the girl on the lift proceeded to drag the U-box full speed up Post street against traffic and a light to where we were. The uneasiness was mounting, but I was confident I had packed the contents securely.
U-boxes are giant wooden crates with a single hinged door on the front. They have a protective sleeve that we found out goes on only for delivery or transfer. Had we known that earlier, we would have called the police immediately when we ripped the velcro closure open to discover our lock was cut. U-Box girl shrugged and gave some reply about stress during transfer can cause a lock to snap. Except that lock was cut, snipped,and sheared in two.
Further inspection revealed the worst: the box had been unpacked, sorted through, then repacked minus anything of value. Nearly everything with a plug was taken (42″ TV, wii, mac mini, harddrives, blu-ray, etc) and anything else thought to have resell value, like movies, art, my knife block, and boxes of personal/financial information. Jay lost his camera bag with his old Nikon film bodies (f2 and f4), Nikkor lenses, and all of his portfolio negatives. I lost about $800 (retail value) worth of vinyl pieces, including a custom Dunny from my new local buddy Dril One… luckily my favorite pieces were stashed in a dresser that was wedged in the corner.. the only thing that would have taken too much work to get to. All in all, we were robbed of no less than $10,000 worth of electronic equipment and other valuables.
I figure it took me 4 hours to load it up, so it had to have taken an hour or two for this person(s) to rifle through our belongings. Poor Huw, he took all his valuables with him but left us his bedding and a box or so of books and junk. He lost a box of stuff, but can’t remember what it was so who knows, could have been personal information like what Jay and I lost too.
The U-Box people told us we should file a claim and asked if we bought insurance. Jay’s been dealing with the claim, but so far we haven’t had a very comforting experience getting U-Box to deal with their foul-up. This is still new and I plan on updating on this issue as it rolls out.
However, these are the things we know:
Our stuff is gone. Gone from a box we rented from U-Box, based on a respect of the U-Haul brand.
This happened sometime between December, 2010, and March, 2011.
This had to have happened while in storage in SF, because surely a cut lock would be noticed by someone along the chain of custody.
Reading Yelp, and from our own experiences, the U-Box San Francisco location is extremely difficult to deal with, and can ignore your voicemail for as long as they desire. They also get little details like “keep my stuff safe” and “deliver this here” horribly wrong.
We lost valuable material electronic goods, as well as some seriously important items, like personal/financial paperwork/data, irreplaceable art, photography equipment, and my fucking Wusthof chef knife set.
U-Box doesn’t even want to refund us the cost of their service, saying they don’t refund shipping cost. It appears they want their insurance company to pay for their mistake.
We’re mad, we’re hurt, and will never use U-Haul or U-Box again because of this, and will tell all of our friends about the San Francisco U-Box location. This is a shame too, because we had such a nice experience on the Buffalo end, but one bad seed spoils the whole apple.
This girl made me fall in love with Baltimore Club and I almost ended up outside of DC just so I could get absorbed into that culture. Other things happened, but I still love this music, and I’m so stoked Rye Rye hooked up with DJ Sega to create a mixtape!
Being as Rye Rye is B’more lady, and Sega runs Philly.. we get this North/South Club explosion, or something really fucking close to it. Check the setlist below, and hit up the download link.
1. Go Pop Bang
2. Bang dis Bit$# Out
3. Hardcore/Artschool Girl feat. Telli/Ninjasonik
4. Art school Boys
5. Witchdoctor
6. Back It Up
7. Diga Doom
8. DJ Go feat. DJ Say Wut
9. Chase Money
10. Club Can’t Handle Me (remix)
11. We R Who we R (remix)
12. X-pill (remix)
13. Bang feat. M.I.A. (remix)
14. Party in the USA (remix)
15. Like a G6 (remix)
16. Gimme Dat (remix)
17. Whip My Hair (remix)
18. Bring in the KATTS w/ Porkchop
I finally made my way over to visit the studio of my good buddy Yosiell Lorenzo (say “Joe-See-Ell”), and managed to get a sneak peak at some of the pieces he’s been working on for his upcoming show in DC at Art Whino. I also got to see the New Sickling piece up close and now I know why these paintings keep selling out so fast.
This time around, Yosiell wants to share the love a bit..
Since the Original seems to sell out within minutes I decided to do 10 limited edition prints of the painting hand signed and numbered. The prints are 5″ x 7″ printed on fine art canvas paper (230gsm) and going for 10 bucks shipped within the US.
Jump through for a video of my little visit to Yosiell’s studio. I’m going to have the GoPro cam 3rd person mounted for future videos, so I don’t manhandle the mic hole like I did in this one. Bare with the audio issues.
Douche Bags. Have to say that San Francisco has a very particular type of Douche Bag. This however is more East Coast Douche Bag, than any other. White gurls who rap like white hipster boys. Or White Hipster Girls? Skinny jeans look appropriate on them. Whatever, this video is fly.
As talented of a vector artist I think I am, I did not draw the above adorabiggles likeness’ of me and my two bears. Instead I used Androidify, a new free Android app from Google and Larva Labs.
I honestly can’t believe that Google doesn’t have some sort of plan to turn these into sorts of official mascots or avatars for Google Accounts, or some other Android feature. It would be a damn shame to do nothing with this, but whatever may come of it, it’s pretty damn cool. The app installs for free from the Android market and requires at least Eclair (Android 2.1) in order to use it.
Starting from a blank Green Android Canvas, push and pull various elements of the Android to mimic your own body shape, then dive into the wardrobe menu and dress up your bot. I can say from the items available, this app has a most comprehensive collection of hipster approved garb. This is what happens when Google Developers join forces with an awesome developer group like Larva Labs. Androidify is fast, easy to use, and gives one of the best minimalist layouts I’ve seen on the Market. A press to the Menu brings forth even more functionality, like randomize, Save, and access to your gallery of customized Androids.
Southern Boys and Southern Poppas look for BBQ, like San Franciscans look for trees to hug. A definition is in order: a lot of people say BBQ when what they mean is cooking over charcoal briquettes in a fire pit of some sort or, else, gas. That’s not BBQ: that is “grilling with some kind of tangy red sauce”. Proper BBQ requires smoke, preferably hickory smoke. And a long time: 1 pound of pork butt can smoke for 12 – 24 hours and so, to be done properly in a commercial setting, BBQ usually requires a huge smoke room with the sort of ventilation that offends the neighbor folks and requires a zoning variance. Most places that sell “BBQ” actually sell “grilled meat” and you can tell by the smell.
So there was great joy on Sunday afternoon when the boys and I could smell the right sort of smells coming from Memphis Minnie’s Bar-B-Que Joint and Smoke House.
It’s a fun place to be: a long row of tables, plastic table coverings (with various drawings and notes displayed underneath). There are lots of t-shirts on the wall from other BBQ joints around the country and some from other countries displayed as sort of bona-fides: IBPS – the International Brotherhood of Pork-Smokers. There was a little crowd, but not much of a wait at all: we were at the register ordering within 5 mins of entering the place.
The Boy and I ordered burgers. Yes, I know: not very BBQ. But Minnie’s offers honest-to-God pimento cheese. Anyone from the Southern Highlands knows of this ambrosial sandwich topping. Sean-Franc had ordered his first, and I was quickly scanning the other offerings, but they all seemed cheeseless; so I opted for the same thing: a tasty half pound of beef grilled-to-order with some very skinny fries. The bun was rectangular to accommodate the large patty, more of a dutch crunch roll, actually. It had a nice, smokey flavor and was quite juicy. Do they smoke beef and then grind it up for burgers or do they smoke the patties a little? Or do they just acquire a smokey taste from the atmosphere? I don’t know. But it was nice.
Pimento cheese, a white trash classic, is usually made with some version of American Processed Cheese Food Product. But if one has a decent food processor and budget, it can be made with cheddar. Minnie’s was clearly made with cheddar. It melted nicely on the burger and firmed up as it cooled down.
J-Bear had himself some smoked brisket and reports his very large sandwich was very tasty, albeit a bit dry. Of course this is what the sauces are for!
Minnie’s has four house-made sauces: a Texas red which none of us tried; a South Carolina mustard sauce, a North Carolina vinegar sauce and Beelzebub’s Hot Sauce, a spicy sauce described as “stupid hot” on the bottle. The vinegar sauce was very nice: I would have happily sauced some pulled pork with it or else some greens. The mustard was quite piquant and went nicely with my burger as well as with the fries. The “stupid hot” sauce was not all that hot, to be honest. While it left a nice burn in the mouth this was counter-acted by a huge sweetness. I was reminded of Amish Hot Pepper Jellies. I mixed it with the Mustard sauce and used it as a dip for my burger.
Memphis Minnie’s had been our second choice, to be honest: the first place we tried wasn’t open until 5pm. We were starving and didn’t spend a proper amount of time perusing the menu. But we will go back: for the Bacon Brittle, for the Fried Pies, and the Sweet Tea. It’s a Southern Bear’s Comfort Food dream come true.
I’m always learning new things about The City, like whenever a street artist comes to town, rarely do they leave without making their mark.
I was cruising around The Haight this afternoon, coming from Super7 and looking for food… and while I don’t often visit that part of town, I knew that this bright yellow graff from UK street artist INSA was new.
A few years ago, the very first 8″ Dunny I bought was made by INSA. I had no idea who INSA was (and was an toy/street art scene virgin), but damn it had a hoodie and some weird looking pattern across it. I only found out last year who INSA was and that the fancy looking squiggle pattern… was a high heel. Makes sense, since nearly all of his work these days feature an objectified look at the objectifying and fetish-making nature of whore-fashion.
What would bring the elusive INSA to The Haight? a quick prayer to The Google led me to the latest show at FIFTY 24SF.
FIFTY24SF Gallery in Association with Upper Playground presents: ”MORE” - A collection of new work by INSA
SAN FRANCISCO, CA [1.28.11] – Upper Playground and FIFTY24SF Gallery are pleased to announce London-based graffiti, conceptual, and fine artist INSA’s first solo exhibition in San Francisco opening on February 3rd, 2011. The exhibition is appropriately titled, MORE.
Within the new body of work in MORE, INSA explores themes of aspiration and expectation, wants versus needs, and happiness versus success in his most comprehensive study to date. Using exaggerated symbols of sexuality representing the commodification of both everyday life and underground subcultures, INSA examines the illusions of seduction while employing his own iconic brand of aesthetic allure to draw the audience in. INSA’s new work revels in lurid excess, embracing the insatiability of consumerism and highlighting the duplicity of morality and enjoyment.
Followers of the artist will be familiar with some of the themes displayed in MORE. INSA, constantly involved in interesting new projects, recently gained worldwide attention for his piece “Anything Goes When It Comes To (S)hoes,” (more commonly referred to as his “Elephant Dung Heels”) which were exhibited at Tate Britain in London. He has also been a pioneer in the world of graffiti on the Internet with his visually stunning, labor intensive “Gifitti.” This is all in addition to INSA”s continuing insatiable need to cover any surface with his signature “Graffiti Fetish” pattern.
MORE will feature 9 new provocative works, with INSA utilizing media such as sculpture and lights adding to the “glamour” of his work. The exhibition will also feature an exclusive SF edition of INSA’s classic “Heel” print and a selection of photographic prints.
‘More’ Opened Feb 3rd and will continue up until the 28th. Never been to FIFTY24SF, so if I hit it up, you can expect a full report on W4TR.
In what is considered a historic event, the Bears of San Francisco (ya know, those affable husky hipsters with a little extra swish) invite bears, chasers, and heteros alike to the first ever raising of the Bear Flag at Harvey Milk Plaza, in the Castro. Up till now the Leather flag has had the privilege of being the only alt-gay flag to be flown in place of the Giant Pride flag that normally swings to and fro in Milk Plaza.
The flag gets hoisted on February 18th, at 9am (bears get up that early?), followed by an obligatory champagne toast and stroll down to the Bear Bucks where IBR tag members – the reason the flag is going up now, maybe to commemorate the last International Bear Roundup – can enjoy specials all week.
I’m thinking of trying to cover a shift there. The tips over at the bear bucks are amazing, just imagine what thos baristas will rake in shaking tail and lattes to the couple extra hundred bears in town. Eh, in addition to being a shoe enthusiast, I’m also a bear enthusiast, and I have two fine bears in my collection already. One’s a slightly vintage model, but he’s no worse for the wear, the other is a lovable ball of fluff and sweat. As adorable as they all may be, I stick to my two thanks.
I’m so excited for my mate Yosiell Lorenzo (phonetically, it’s “Joe-See-Ell”), who I met online when he was living in Connecticut and I was in Buffalo. We connected and all of a sudden both happened to make it over to the Bay Area (he’s getting his feet wet in Oakland, but he’ll be in The City proper in a year, count on it). He’s such a creative and talented artist, and I’m excited to be working on some brand image enhancements with him.
In the second edition of The Sicklings paintings, Yosiell throws up the best Valentines day card idea I’ve ever seen. But I’m a little unconventional like that.
Entitled “Ugh, I guess I’m stuck with you,” Yosiell continues his warm and muted tones, textures everywhere, and the most adorable of conjoined pals. He’s definitely set his illustration techniques (like Burgerman or Ledbetter) in stone, and I like it.
This one particular painting is $150, and will go on sale tomorrow at his StoreEnvy site at 11am PST (I’m really digging StoreEnvy and how social and un-etsy it has become, by the way). The piece is mixed media on an 8″x10″ canvas panel. Finished with a matte black frame, the final size is 11″x13″.
Yosiell also told me that The Sicklings series will continue on weekly until he has completed enough to create an artbook of all the prints. How many that will be? Maybe 60? perhaps 80? Who knows, but I plan on snatching up a few paintings for myself.
My art-gang bud Jeremy had tipped me to this awesome art print done by Jermaine Rogers, promoting a Ween concert, and utilizing some pretty graphic (but effectively communicative nonetheless) and anatomically enhanced wabbits. Like him, I wasn’t too pumped about buying a band poster when I don’t even know anything about the promoted band. I had this same problem with my old hometown poster/toyshop in Buffalo. Luckily Mark and Beth released several gig posters in bandless art prints, which I then snatched up. Luckily, Jermaine has done the same thing and is releasing his Ween poster as an art print. I’m pretty stoked, because it comes with such an awesome message.
(jump through for the full Ween-less wabbit weens and the rest of the post)