Remember, it is NOT okay to pick these cherry blossom branches. Nobody cares that you are planning the most romantic Valentine’s Day ever for your significant other by trying to recreate the opening sequence from Samurai Shodown in your bedroom. Please respect the amazing cherry blossom clip art that was created specially for this informative sign.
There are better ways to get cherry blossoms, folks, and it’s not from these embattled trees on 19th Street @ York.
Where the Ladies At? is an app for the iPhone that answers an age old question: “Where [are] the Ladies [currently situated]?”
From the app description:
Looking for ‘dem ladies?
Well stop the search, cause we found ’em.
The where the ladies at iPhone application is a compass pointing to the venue with the most ladies. Done by the fine gents at http://wheretheladies.at. It could be a bar it could be a cafe, who knows!
But look: judging from the screenshots, it turns out “the ladies” are at a couple of Mission bars! Specifically, the Latin American Club and the Elbo Room. Anyone want to head over and scope the scene for the rest of us fellas?
From what I can gather, this app aggregates foursquare checkins in San Francisco coming from, well, ladies. Then it finds the location with the highest concentration of said ladies and shows you a big ass arrow pointing you there, because apparently people who need an app to find ladies have an innate poor sense of direction.
Now what the user will do with this information is anyone’s guess. But if this is his preferred method of meeting babes, I’ll bet he’ll just sit in a dark corner and elbow his “wingman” while making a a head nodding gesture towards the ladies in question.
Our pal Tracy Clark-Flory over at Salon is trying to deduce whether or not friends-with-benefits arrangements can really work:
My friend Adam, in his late 20s and married, told me about a “friend with benefits” in college who “constantly smelled like cigarettes and had really weird looking thumbs.” He wrote to me, “We’d watch ‘Jeopardy’ and ‘Seinfeld’ together each night. First time we slept together it was after the one where Jerry and Elaine decided to do so. Of course it’d work out — look at them! Sigh. We were 19.” Despite the casual pretense, it turns out she wanted it to turn into something more.
[Photo by Chelsea Green]
I love that David Bowie song “Modern Love,” but I think it’s time Janebook and her pals produce a remix, incorporating some of the decidedly even more modern stuff seen here, in this excerpt from a post called “The Modern SF Love Story”:
K: We should write the modern love story: a tale full of riveting texts, unbelievable tweets, and dive bars with views of Tecate waterfalls.
J: Long afternoons in Dolores Park, gossiping about people sitting 20 feet away. The buzzing of exterior gates at 2:43am.
K: 1964, the big Royal Ball. Epic battles between track bike riders and people with vintage city bikes.
J: A duel outside of Pop’s in the late summer afternoon heat…
K: … people watching in suspense from the windows of St. Francis.
J: Two lovers separated in a sea of Debaser flannel.
That’s how it ends. Super poetic. But the beginning is great too. Read it all.
[Photo by Carina]
Summer Is Rad just published this Craigslist oldie-but-goodie for which there are no words. No words except “pizzapits” that is.
In a post that explains how whereas getting hit on in New York is pretty routine, getting hit on in San Francisco is a whole ‘nother story, Leah relates the story of some random sketchy dude (not pictured) hitting on her on Muni the other day:
I WAS SITTING ON THE 33 BUS HEADING TOWARD CASTRO STREET TO TRANSFER TO THE 24. I GET OUT MY PHONE TO TEXT INDIA, AND THE GUY SITTING TWO SEATS DOWN POKES ME ON THE ARM, AND I’M IMMEDIATELY THROWN OFF BECAUSE PEOPLE DON’T TOUCH YOU IN NEW YORK. I LOOK OVER, AND HE HAS HIS PHONE OUT, AND HE’S LIKE “OH, THAT’S INTERESTING. WE HAVE THE SAME PHONE.”
Read on. [via India]
[Photo by Nick Fisher]