The capital has been lit red and gold since the 49ers entered the playoffs for the first time in a long time. Needless to say, San Francisco is ready for this Sundays game against the New York Giants. Rain or shine…the shits going down and regardless who wins, SF is going to be loud as hell that night.

You know what I don’t get? Gaping buttonholes. Like the epic ones where you can stick a whole beer can in it. Every time I see one, it reminds me of a urinal at a bar. Like you see that 3 inch hole and all you want to do is get all your piss in it as if you’re playing a carnival game to get that $2 plush doll. What’s the fascination with those? Like people want to see if China is on the other side? I just don’t get it.

I think I might have sold myself on something that wasn’t real. I mean honestly, was Val Kilmer really going to be at Upper Playground SF at the Twixt exhibit?

I think I am more starved for celeb cock then I thought but alas, I was wrong and I was left with a crazy concoction of blood stains, behind the scene movie photos and one big ass fucking clock. Great Halloween type of a gag but I expected a little bit more professionalism from Francis Ford Coppola set team.

Stopped by super designer extraordinaire Benny Gold’s Beer & Bolt’s Friday to get some suds before supper time. Benny is truly an imagineer, not only thinking of ideas but actually making them into real life. And still, he find ways to give back to the public with free PBRs to anyone who asks. What a quality fellow.

The absolute best deep dish pizza in all of San Francisco. Little Star kicked my insides and left me with bowel movements that anyone would be proud of.

Finally saw the infamous Banksy stencil on Commercial and Grant St. in Chinatown. Really cool to see people trying to preserve street art in the…”streets”.

One stop shop for all your hipster camera needs. Lomo‘s has officially landed in the streets of SF a month ago with their full catalog hands on in store.

And quadrupled on some Haroshi X HUF X DLX skate decks for the collection. It’s the closest thing I can get to an actual art piece without spending $30,000.

New Jack Of The Year - Gangsta Gibbs

Let’s make this a running tradition and start with off music. My Heisman trophy this year goes to Freddie Gibbs aka Str8 Killa No Filla aka King of the G.I. I’ve listened to Gibbs for only a total of…hmmmm, 4 months now since that Jeezy concert since September and he seems to be that bum blood clot that I was looking for. His super powers are in his flow style. This dude can ride a beat like porn stars ride horse cock and it’s not done in that supercalafragalistic expialadoshus nonsense a la Twista. In the song National Anthem, he starts off pace walking in a park and then mid stride, the mother fucker Usain Bolt’s straight off into the chorus line. It’s a great head nod exercise from start to finish. Hopefully we can expect a lot more from the straight slammin’ artists as he seems to be getting scooped from all corners of the room from Jeezy to Madlib (though Statik Selektah compliments him best). 2012 looks to be a solid for him.

Topic Of The Year - Concerts

2011 was the year of the concerts. It wasn’t a a lot per say but this year has been the most I have ever gone to and yes, we’re only talkin’ 7 folks. Unfortunately some good concerts slipped through the butt cracks like Watch The Throne, Mayer Hawthorne and Erykah Badu but luckily San Francisco provides a great venue where I can surely find these artists coming back for more. All I have to say is Wu-Tang…Regency Ballroom…January 2012. Here I cum! Seriously. I am literally going to nut on GZA when he performs Liquid Swords. Wu-Tang is for the fucking babies kid!

App Of The Year - Instagram

A pox on me for talking about something that has been hashed on for relatively a long time in internet world, let a lone talk about something as trendy as a stupid iPhone app. In my universe, things tend to be running on third gear while everyone else seems to be blistering at ludicrous speeds. The thing is, I never quite caught on to these quick social media outlets such as Twitter, Facebook or Tumblr. It goes against the grain of what my blog stands by. While the world is trying to throw up as much information as possible, I am still trying to package, wrap and deliver my blog in a nice pretty pink bow. In comes Instagram. Something that is visually pleasing to my eyes that doesn’t speak in smoke signals like Twitter does. As if we were cavemen in the BC era, we can communicate through pictures as quickly as we can take them to share to the rest world within all a matter of minutes. Instant gratification really doesn’t get much better then this.

Photo(s) Of The Year - Random

I am proud of what I have accomplished with the little that I have. My Nikon D90 is no short change but I believe I have pushed it as far as it can be taken within the parameters that I have been given. It’s time though. Time for a change and time for an upgrade to really see where this hobby will take me. I feel stuck and the only way out of my stagnant skill is to get new equipment. Fucking crazy to think that I am willing to spend almost 3k just to post better pictures on my blog. So this actually might be the last of great shots before I no longer become a Nikon user. Sadly, the show must go on.

Trip Of The Year - Hawaii

No surprise here as Hawaii takes top honors for trip of the year. I didn’t comb much of the globe but this great state surely beats out the likes of L.A. and San Diego. No more pussy footing from here on. This tease of an adventure only defines my insecurities in actually going to a proper trip outside the states. Time to stamp the passport and go to uncharted areas to embrace unforeseen misfortunes. Brazil? Jamaica? Russia? We’ll just have to wait and see.

Event Of The Year - Bay 2 Breakers

The Bay 2 Breakers comes in defending its title once again as being the all time fun, drunken event that only the Bay Area hosts. I can’t convince people anymore then what you see in the pictures here. It’s organized chaos at its finest and I cold heartedly embrace the hangover that comes in later at 5pm.

Art Show Of The Year - Lush

Part neurotic art with a nice blend of buttholes, deep pussy caverns and a modern day jackoff booth, Lush’s art show remains in a category of its own as the most outlandish curation I have ever witnessed. I find his shock value actually succeeded to the general public in letting people know who he was but the irony is cold and unremorseful as he could give a rats fuck about art and more importantly…you.

Moving Forward Towards The Universe And Mahalo To All

I am not much for words but let it be known that as much as I might be eating the devil’s pie, I am humble for such an audience that takes time out of their lives to dip into my own. I am truly grateful and a nice internet thumbs up goes to you all for putting up with the bullshit. So no methodical salutations to 2011. It’s just time to turn the page and continue forward towards the unknown universe that we call life. To all…I wish you well on your new start.

I know the City Of Angels is known for its star caliber, so I can see how people might be jaded by celebrity encounters. I am no pro ho but I still get pretty gassed up on the idea of meeting someone I have seen on the big screen, especially from movies I have seen growing up as a kid.

Upon my last days here I decided to check the Hollywood Boulevard and coincidently 80’s superstar Steve Guttenberg (with SNL alumni Jon Lovitz to his left) of Policy Academy series, Cocoon, Three Men and a Baby, Short Circuit fame was receiving his star on this very rainy Monday.

Also around the corner from the Walk Of Fame resides Kat Von D’s tattoo shop High Voltage Tattoo where her reality show LA Ink was predominantly filmed at. Tattoo shops seriously have the best sense of organize clutter and this place was no different. Just wall to wall paintings, skateboards, guitars and other odd memorabilia that are close to Kat’s heart. Kind of bummed on the visit because I would later find out that she was actually in the back of the shop.

Took home a nice gift for my self from D-Land…a Mike Wazowski coffee mug. LA…you were better then expected. I left you feeling like I spent money on a good hooker. The nights were fun but I am glad to be back home.

I don’t detest LA. There is just a social disconnect from the North to the South. I want to say it’s a big misunderstanding but LA folks always have to take things out of context calling SF the homo capital of the world. I mean that might be partially true but I refuse to believe that there isn’t the same amount of fairy flockers in So Cal as well. Bottom line, homos are everywhere. There’s no bragging rights with who has more. And speaking of gay…this homo went to Disneyland!

Things are pretty slow here in the city of Giants. The weather has shifted from fog infested skies to clear winter chills and my hibernation tendencies usually come in full affect. It’s just eat, shit, nut and sleep. It’s a habitual routine that usually doesn’t phase out till the rain clears up. Summer couldn’t come fast enough.

I am a little slow to the punch this past couple of weeks so pardon me. For more instant glamour, check me out on Instagram @Fongstarr or just click here.

Broke out my bike today and did my own art walk in the Mission. You’d be amazed what kind of talent is out there and how people do this just for the hell of it.

Haze X HUF skate deck from a black friday sale. Eric Haze is someone that I’ve admired since my days. Truly a stand out in the industry of graphics and arts.

When I am on the bus going to work, I kind of always put on a slight retard gaze. You know, where you kind of portentously stare in one direction but in reality, you are looking in another direction. It’s kind of a hidden perverted skill where you are keeping your eye on a (say) pair of tits without blatantly eye humping them with your dick. So who is this fucker “HYPE”? He is literally everywhere in SF right now. I glance here and there and notice he’s in Chinatown, Western Edition, Haight, North Beach, TL and even downtown. He’s a modern day CAP but with even less flare. Though his style lacks, I respect the hustle cause there are literally no bombers anymore…and especially in major bustling cities. “I am not a graffiti artists. I am a graffiti bomber” – CAP via Style Wars

Speaking of SF artists, I went to go check out MARS-1‘s art show at Fecal Face on Clement St. I first heard of MARS when he did an ad with DJ Q-Bert with Upperplayground and even got to see it at Q-Berts house on one if his Tuesday night parties. This is his first show since 2005 and boy was it a busy one.

Let’s not bullshit ourselves. No one really cares about this Pacquiao vs Marquez fight. The whole thing was horse shit from the get go, which ultimately held true since this was one of the worst fights I have ever seen. Bring on what people have been wanting to see for the longest time. Pacquiao vs Mayweather. Now!

And the end of my weekend was spent in rated-G fashion at Jaenna’s 1st birthday party in San Bruno. A part of me wishes I was still that age but I really hated how shit stuck to my balls when it hit the fan. To be young…oh yes, to be young.

Now back to the grind. Just me, the computer, Howard Stern radio show and these god damn vector pieces. Time for another long night. Good Night.