Did you know that the 24th St BART Punk Rock Johnny Cash killed himself on November 6th? I fucking loved this guy. He was an amazing singer, I wonder if he could have guessed so many people would be devastated by his death? Being a busker seems like the kind of job where you are being ignored 90% of the time. I’m gonna tip a busker this week and always make sure to smile.
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SAN FRANCISCO, CA …. this city is simply AMAZING!!!
Snoopdoggydoll is cracking me up.
Starting my Birthday weekend off right: my coworkers detonated a cute grenade on my desk and the beauty and mayhem aftermath is totally up my alley.
Please note in the lower right hand corner APPLES TO APPLES JEWISH EDITION!
Then to step up and dance my coworker and friend Liz gave me…
View Larger Sexy George Washington. Best Halloween Costume Ever. Spotted on the 22 Muni Halloween Day 2011. I’m fairly sure this is ironic and for that I love this girl.
Are you a single Jewish man in the San Francisco area?
As a single Jewish lady in SF I’ve decided to make a scheme to meet men and help support a wonderful organization… ENTER: The Mensch of the Month 2012 Calendar!
We are looking for sweet Jewish Bay Area men to be in this year’s calendar. Check out the: Blog, Twitter, Facebook page
We also did an awesome interview for the Jewish Daily Forward!
Proceeds are going to the SMART Program a wonderful San Francisco non-profit.
View Larger Albert would really clean up here in the Mission. Cuuute! I like his fluffy hair. (siiigh). Get this man a fixie and a cup of Four Barrel and we have a winner.
This photo is from a great blog called “My Daguerreotype Boyfriend” the tag-line of which is: Where early photography meets extreme hotness.
Albert is from turn of the century Berlin which will make nabbing him pretty tough. Even if you were to meet him in S.F. today he would tell you he was moving to _____ (insert: Portland, Brooklyn or Philly) anyway. He’s that hip and unattainable.
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Albert Wolfe (nee Wolffungen) c. 1901
Submitted by Charles Almon
This past weekend I went to go see my parents: hooray! I even took a vacation day on Friday so I could spend more time with them. “Pack a bathing suit!” my mom said, “we’re going to Russian River!” dad proclaimed. After hours of travel via BART and then the Golden Gate Ferry, I arrived on the other side of the bay at the ass-crack of dawn (8am) and my sister pulls up to take me to see the dear family. “Do you have grungier clothes than that?” I was wearing a sun dress. I had packed a bathing suit, sun dresses, cute sandals and enough sun block to protect even Conan O’Brien…but no grungy clothes.
“Why do I need grungier clothes?”
“Oh, because we are going to be pressure washing mom and dad’s house and painting it this weekend. Didn’t you know that?”
W.T.F.?
I’m sorry, but lying to a Jewish girl about where they are really going and what is really going to happen to them when they get there has a long and dark history.
From now on the exclamation “pack a bathing suit” will be a sarcastic remark reserved for unpleasant scenarios. Getting a root canal? PACK A BATHING SUIT!
