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Hipster Confession Videos Are as Good as They Sound

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The guys behind B4D TV are turning true-ish confessions from "real" LA hipsters into 30 second videos. The videos are written and directed by Michael Livingston with help from his comedy partner in crime, Raul Villarreal. They are some kind of evil geniuses and have figured out that 30 seconds is the exact right length of time a person can listen to someone who self identifies as a hipster before they start wanting to murder them. OK, it might still be a few seconds too long.

I think most of us are guilty of doing something in a pathetic attempt to look cool at some point or another, but luckily the people in this video aren't me (or actual people?) so I can laugh at them and not feel bad about myself. B4D TV plans to put out new videos every Tuesday. You can even submit your own confessions in the comments section and if B4D TV likes them enough, they'll film it.

Check out some of the goodness here:

http://www.youtube.com/embed/9dycB-dZJdI

http://www.youtube.com/embed/AByTUcrFwVE?list=PLi-7ej85TvPnHt_qzB64tpC3LMvCIPnmV

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SPONSORED: SWOON SF GUY OF THE DAY, AHKIN SCOTT

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SWOON and The Bold Italic have found your SWOON local guys of the day. SWOON is available on both Android and Apple, so it has thousands of faces to browse.

Name: Ahkin Scott

Neighborhood: East Bay. Hercules to be exact.

Gig: Pilot

What's your favorite place to pick up women? Don't laugh. BART. Sit next to a cute girl, smile, and ask about that book she's reading.

Where's your go-to date place? Cha Cha Cha (Mission location), or if it's a Thursday then NightLife at Cal Academy is the place to be.

What are you up to these days? Punching holes through the sky. When I'm at home, though, I try to find time to rock climb, play soccer, and hang out with friends and family.

Where would you have your last meal on earth? Cha Cha Cha (sangria!) Or Taqueria Sinaloa in Oakland.

Who's your favorite quintessential local character? The Bushman in Fisherman’s Wharf. Wikipedia says he's made $60k in good years. I don't know if that's true, but way to hustle!

What would you change about SF? Make it the only city in California with bars open until 4 a.m. It's the only thing the East Coast does right. Sometimes you just don't want the night to end at 2.

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Sugar Daddies Name SF the "Most Romantic City"

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There are a lot of reasons to believe why San Francisco would be called the most romantic city: stunning views of the Golden Gate Bridge, tons of fancy restaurants to share a bottle of wine, and a fairly reputable hook-up culture. 

So I wasn't surprised when dating website MissTravel.com recently named SF the most romantic city in North America (Way to go, tiger!). According to this SF Weekly blog post, the city won the prestigious award by being the most common vacation destination for couples matched up on the site. 

But then I found out that MissTravel.com isn't your normal dating site. (Prepare to raise your eyebrows). 

There are two types of users on MissTravel: "Attractive Members" and "Generous Members" – I think you can see where this is headed. Generous Members find Attractive Members to accompany them on trips with the assumption that all of the Attractive Members' expenses will be paid. (And I'm sure that's not the only assumption in the deal).  

So how I see it, the nation's sugar daddies have dubbed San Francisco the most romantic city on the continent. 

As a side note, not only do sugar daddies like to vacation in SF, but last year the city was also named the best place to find a wealthy gentleman to fund your lifestyle. 

So where else in the country do sugar daddies and sugar bunnies like to vacation? New York came in second place, followed by Miami, Las Vegas, and Toronto. 

With soaring rent prices and everyone and their mothers on OKCupid I guess people are looking for alternative ways to get to San Francisco. But this isn't exactly what came to mind when I think about the romantic potential of the city.  

Categories: Love, Sex & Dating

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If You Love Your Dad as Much as You Love San Francisco ...

Last year for Father’s Day, I got my dad a book. I can’t even remember what book – I just remember that it was a book because that’s what I give him every year, because I can never think of anything awesome in enough time to ship it home by the special day. When I do think of something awesome, it’s always like a week after Father’s Day, and I’m all, “I’m totally getting that for Dad next year!” And then I forget, because I am an asshole.

This year, though, I’m determined to break the crappy gift cycle and instead celebrate my father with something thoughtful. He deserves it – this is the man who once, as a birthday present to me, had his artist friend transform a dumb story I wrote in third grade about a rat who takes karate lessons into a bound and illustrated book. We’re book people, I guess.

My parents live in Massachusetts, and they are rarely able to visit me in SF. My mother especially loves it when I bring her locally made foods and crafts. For example, I live next door to a beekeeper, so one of my go-to Christmas gifts is honey produced with nectar suckled from the flowers in my backyard. Giving my parents a literal taste of San Francisco makes them feel more connected to my city and, therefore, to me.

The perfect solution for someone like me, who has great intentions but not a lot of great or timely ideas, is a curated gift box filled with goodies that were sourced and produced in the Bay Area. Our buddies at Zaarly have teamed up with gifting network Sincerely to create A San Francisco Treat, available through Sincerely’s gifting app, Sesame. For $45, your dad (or whoever the lucky recipient is) will be treated to a collection of the coolest and most calming goodies that San Francisco artisans have to offer.

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DIY Herb Basil Terrarium

Mike and Jawn of MakersKit are DIY experts, having taught workshops and classes all over San Francisco. Their mission: to give you the materials and instructions you need to complete a fun and unique project in a short amount of time. MakersKit’s Basil Herb Terrarium lets Dad plant and cultivate his own mini herb garden inside a glass vessel using moss and pebbles as decor. An accompanying step-by-step PDF and Jawn’s charming instructional video will ensure that your father can dig in without any gardening goofs.

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Letterpress Journal

A handmade letterpress journal from M-square Press is ideal for Dad’s musings, scribbles, dream journaling, and secret retirement plans. Bound and stitched by hand, the lightweight book is made completely from recycled and reclaimed materials. The letterpress cover – printed using a vintage press – features an old-school VW that perfectly embodies the spirit of San Francisco. Maybe it’ll bring back fond memories for a Boomer dad who made love, not war, man. Possibly in the back seat of a Beetle.

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Handmade Soap

SF’s thriving coffee culture has become an integral part of its identity. But how can you translate that into a keepsake instead of just a fleeting pour-over experience? Behold: the Coffee Scrub Soap bar from Sprightly Soap. The six-ounce bar is made using Blue Bottle coffee grinds that act as both an exfoliant and an aromatic alarm clock. Dad’s skin will be buttery soft, thanks to the olive and coconut oils used in the small-batch production. And any man who smells like coffee is, in my opinion, a man worth hanging out with. That’s right. I want to hang out with your freshly scrubbed dad. Don’t freak out about it.

So that’s it! A thoughtful Father’s Day gift that you don’t have to put too much thought into. Even the packaging has been carefully considered – each item is gift-tagged, and you can personalize the accompanying card. This box will make you look like the most appreciative kid in the world. Which, trust me, is way better than the ole “I forgot about Father’s Day, so here’s an immediately forgettable book” routine.

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Do It Yourself

You can snag A San Francisco Treat gift box ($45, not including the cost of shipping) on the Sesame website or by downloading the Sesame app and using your phone to make your purchase. Expedited shipping is available. To make sure your order arrives by Father’s Day, order by the deadline for expedited delivery, Wednesday, June 12.

Visit Zaarly.com to find more of San Francisco’s handmade artisan goods and personalized services. For a larger collection of dad-related Zaarly goodies, you can also look here.

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I'd Rather Belong to a Community Than a Company

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A couple of weeks ago, The Bold Italic ran a personal essay by Rebecca Pederson about trading in her dream of being a writer for a job at a tech start-up. As someone who moved to San Francisco with the same dream, and who hasn't yet let that dream go, I wanted to provide an alternate perspective.

I came to San Francisco for an MFA in writing. With its legacy of dreamers, iconoclasts, and queers, this city was the perfect place for me. It was home to the Beats and the landscape that inspired Richard Brautigan, a literary soul mate of mine. It was a place I knew I could be free to discover the kind of writer I wanted to be. I had lived in New York several times, but the cutthroat pace and emphasis on publishing stifled my creativity. I wanted to be in a place where I could explore the question that had been weighing on my mind: Is it possible to become an adult without surrendering wonder? I figured if the answer was yes, I could find it in this glorious picture-postcard of a city.

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East Coast transplants often complain of the Peter Pan syndrome in San Francisco. As for me, I delighted in the childlike ways of the city. I lucked out moving into a rent-controlled apartment in North Beach. I went to school during the day and waited tables at night. I fell in love hard and fast with the city. My off-hours were spent reading and writing in parks. I drank coffee at Trieste where Jack Hirschman – the milk foam dripping from his walrus mustache – would sell his peace papers. Days were whiled away walking the city’s rolling streets, daydreaming about the future, and constructing sentences in my head. I suppose I could have been working harder toward a career, but I wouldn’t trade those glorious hours of freedom, then or now. As Joni Mitchell said, I was “unfettered and alive.” While some people mock that as lazy, I believe that time spent making art, even time spent daydreaming, is of value and cannot and should not be commodified.

And then the inevitable arrived: I graduated and faced a more sobering reality of looming student loans and credit card debt, and not many opportunities to put my two master’s degrees in writing and literature toward stable employment, lucrative or otherwise. Prospects were bleak. Even the non-soul-sucking jobs I was qualified for were swamped with applicants and hardly paid a living wage. That’s when I fell prey to the idea that I should get a “real job.” So I worked as a copywriter in an advertising agency. They like to call those places “creative studios” for a reason, mostly because many of the legitimately creative people employed there need the psychological framework to shield them from the reality of corporate work. I didn’t last long in the 60-hour workweek environment. As soon as the insomnia and anxiety kicked in, I swiftly returned to my hodgepodge income-generating lifestyle that allowed me the freedom to invest most of my love into my art and community.

With its legacy of dreamers, iconoclasts, and queers, this city was the perfect place for me

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Time spent making art, even time spent daydreaming, is of value and cannot and should not be commodified

The reality of life is that we need money to survive. And being a writer, even a successful one, hardly pays enough to live in San Francisco. Life as an artist means many sacrifices. It means that I may not have housing stability or health insurance. I may never be able to afford to raise children. There are days I can't buy food, and those days are miserable. If my computer crashes it will be a while before I can afford a new one. The rental market is crazier than ever, and eviction notices are at a 12-year high. I’ve chosen to pursue a path of freelance employment, which often leaves me teetering on the edge, both financially and emotionally. The upside? I don’t have a boss, and I can travel and structure my days in ways that work for me. Every choice has its pros and cons, and I would never judge someone for trading in their dream of being a writer for a full-time job with benefits. 

One of the sad truths about capitalism is that it seduces us into conflating income with self-worth. There’s an anecdote I often refer to. A visitor from Spain once asked my friend, “What do you do?” My friend explained that he was a teacher, and the Spaniard said, “No, no. I don’t mean for money. Americans are always answering this question with what they do for money. I meant to ask, what do you do with your living?” There are so many ways to define what makes a life. Unfortunately, most of those definitions revolve around income-generating employment.

Our capitalistic society doesn't place much value on what we do with our off-hours, our time spent volunteering or helping others. Not many of us invest time researching or exploring ideas unless those ideas are part of R&D for a product that could potentially make a profit. But aren’t those things that are not done for profit what make the world great and worth living in? San Francisco has always had a legacy of being a safe haven for radicals, experimentalists, and dreamers, but with the current emphasis on generating money and catering to those who bring in the money, who knows if it will be able to retain the same characteristics that have allowed it to be a home to outsiders, or even to those who grew up here. Many of my friends have left the city because it’s unaffordable. As the Google buses drive workers to Mountain View, some San Francisco residents are being driven away in other ways, sometimes by something as inane as the tyranny of parking tickets. 

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I think that anyone can and should be able to live in San Francisco. As soon as we deem who is worthy to live in a place, we become dangerous. Unfortunately, it's a tough city to make it in, but the unique pleasure of living here is something I feel so lucky to be a part of; I wish everyone were able to experience it.

The question worth asking is: If more value is placed on working 60 hours a week for a corporation, what happens to peace, righteousness, beauty, truth, and civil service? I myself would rather belong to a community than a company. If that makes me a dreamer, then so be it. I try to keep my dream alive, even when it flickers down to barely a flame. I stoke it at odd hours. I often ask my friends to spare a piece of driftwood to keep it going. It’s my little light and I’m trying my hardest to ensure that it never goes out.

Anyone can and should be able to live in San Francisco


Illustration by Dan Bransfield

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