• Can you find tempeh in the proposed Tempeh District? As expected, not really. This morning two independent food research teams, one led by the Kauffman and another by our crack investigative team (which is pretty much the same as our meth investigative team), found no evidence of tempeh in the neighborhood’s markets. Next up, a trip to PETA to find a collective ounce of common sense. [Foodie]
  • Speaking of the Tempeh District, Capt. Joe Garrity, commanding officer of the city’s Tenderloin police station, thinks a more appropriate name might be ”Lipitor”. Thus proving once again that the first thing on our police force’s mind is medication for high cholesterol–and Little Henry’s. [City Insider]
  • ‘Trash Thieves: Should We Let ‘Em Be or Stomp ‘Em Out?’ Or both or nothing, whatever’s easiest because man, I’m freakin’ tired. [The Snitch]
  • “Man responsible for SF bomb scare arrested”. Now if only men responsible for banging my garbage cans at 6AM could be fired. [ABC7 ]
  • Exclusive photos of the International Art Museum of America gala. (Psst, it’s conceptual art.) [Bluoz]
  • We’re totally addicted to Andrew Dalton’s Board of Supervisors Weekly Power Rankings (apparently Jane Kim is always late). It’s like watching a race of turds. [SFist]
  • Jay Barmann wants everyone who isn’t addicted to Oxycontin to please start patronizing Sixth Street businesses like Show Dogs, Passion Café, and Rancho Parnassus. Methheads are still okay as long as they get their food to-go and don’t ask to use the bathrooms. [Grubstreet]
  • “Minimize the porn you were watching, or whatever it is you do on your computer and take a virtual tour of my studio”, says our friend and TL artist Hugh Leeman. If only the porn would minimize, if only… [White Walls Blog]
  • Who really benefits from the Twitter tax-cut deal? Yeah, we know, we know, it’s four pages long, but it’s super meaty, and tempeh-free. [SF Bay Guardian]
  • “In my opinion, there is no other studio more suited to San Francisco’s songs than Hyde Street. Its paneled walls, soiled carpets and tattered sound proofing hold more SF songs than anywhere else in our City by the Bay.” [I live here SF]

Never Stop Dreaming by Erik Wilson, from our Tender Flickr Pool.