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Cheeky "BBC correspondents" Edvan Cinque Terra and Darvid Tokishi take the piss out of Mission hipsterdom, "a culture where apathy is considered sexually attractive" (hm, sounds pretty British to us, too) in the above video. Dolores Park, t-shirts adorned with "important political discourse," and the defeat of the American Apparel store by people in tight clothing are all covered in the report.

The latest trend in Valencia Street wear? Toy guitars, possibly this year's version of the lunchbox.

Local crooners My First Earthquake shot a video to their new single,"Cool in the Cool Way." More or less, it's a song about hipsters. And, appropriately enough, they filmed it in SF's Mission District, a neighborhood brimming with much-maligned hip folks. The video, it seems, is an anti-hipster ode. Or it sympathizes with them. Or it's tongue-in-cheek. Or it's a meta-hipster statement that will make the universe implode upon repeated viewing. (Notions of cool aside, lead songstress Rebecca Bortman is gorgeous. She, like most women and several men, probably looks even more amazing in high heels while throwing back vodka shots at the Razz Room.)

Oh, the East Coast. It tickles us ever so.

At first, before reading this story, we were ready to shake our finger at the Vespa rider in question. Lord knows we worry about you kids. But it seems she wasn't at fault. You see, last night a 24-year-old San Francisco woman was put in the hospital with life-threatening injuries while riding a Vespa on South Van Ness Avenue. It seems that "a 1994 Honda Accord, which was traveling southbound, tried to make a left turn onto 21st Street and struck the Vespa...The Accord then struck two other cars on 21st Street, Mannina said. One of those cars was pushed backward into a fifth car," according to CBS 5.

Over the weekend we went to Casanova's and realized that hipster beards have achieved some sort of critical mass. It appeared that every fourth person in the bar had some sort of beard, giving the bar a high HBQ (Hipster Beard Quotient, a stat derived by dividing the number of beards per customer, multiplying it by the size of the crowd, and then dividing it again by the square footage). The HBQ was not quite Boogaloos high but high nevertheless. We also noticed that there were also a high variety of beards seen, meaning that the beard craze has gone from it's "classic" phase to "gothic" phase.

1) Waxed Mustaches. We've seen a few guys wandering around with this look, which takes the wispy mustaches that hairless hipsters of yore sported, and turns them into pointy weapons. Rollie Fingers did it better.

Nice package.

We just received word that for the past two or three days (!?), 17th Street has been without power from at least Valencia up to Dolores. Anyone else have any word of this supposed outage? Seeing as how this is one attractive and expensive strip of real estate, right at the nexus of two neighborhoods, this is of the utmost importance.

You think Hallwoeen on the Castro is a nightmare of douche-baggie proportions? Try the Oracle Open World 2007 convention, which is happening this Sunday, November 11 through Thursday, November 15. And it sucks for us plebeians. Imagine nerds and sales tools infused with a false sense of power. (Except for any Oracle SFist reader; you're all golden.) Imagine nasty Oracle PR bitches who hangup on local media outlets trying to get a modicum of...

-- Shadow Circus Vaudeville Theatre: (In)famous night of underground "circus arts, burlesque, music, and puppetry" begins at 9 p.m. at Fat City; $10.

Currently with six full-time employees on staff (whoa), according to the Chronicle, Wikipedia wants to expand its talent base while increasing its presence in developing countries (i.e., Asia), so it's making the move to hedonistic and wonderful San Francisco. Yay.

The Washington Blade tell us that an Italian physician claims that bisexuality is on the rise. No, not because female admissions are up at colleges, or because coke use among male emo-hipsters is at an all-time high. Dr. Umberto Veronesi, "prominent Italian physician," thinks that:

-- "Endless Strummer": It seems like at any moment in San Francisco, a Joe Strummer tribute is taking place. Ok look! Here's one now, featuring Clash City Rockers, La Plebe, David J, Odd Numbers, the Hooks, Harrington Saints, the Shakespearos, and the Ferocious Few covering his oeuvre. Starts at 9 p.m. at Bottom of the Hill, 1233 - 17th St., all-ages show; $10.

-- Veronica Klaus: High-art performer and jazz songstress croons alongside her Boom Boom Boys tonight at 9 p.m. at Cafe Du Nord, 2170 Market Street (at Sanchez); $15.

-- Daft Punk's Electroma: Pinocchio-ish road movie about two robots -- played by Daft Punk members Peter Hurteau and Michael Reich -- and their quest to become human. Riot In Belgium, the Bang Gang DJs, Dandi Wind, and Richie Panic & Jefrodisiac perform tonight before and after the movie. Doors open at 7 p.m. at Mezzanine, 444 Jesse (at Mint); free with RSVP at going.com. -- Justice League Wiffle Ball Game: According to Laughing...

-- "Trans Am": Hipsters, gipsters, and then some keep coming back to this "rock 'n' roll disco faggotry" night. And it's easy to see why with drag alternatif acts from Dizzy and No-See-Um ("Charlie Horse" regulars), plus a live set from the Blacks. Starts at 10 p.m. at Eight (Christy Turlington's old venue, Up & Down Club!!), 1151 Folsom. $TBD.

-- The A’s: Oakland play at home against the Baltimore Orioles. Game starts at 7:05 p.m. at McAfee Coliseum; $9-$44.

Last week's winner, the SF Weekly. Hey, why is Sucka Free City before the letters this week? Anti-Jewish slurs at Rainbow Grocery. The story behind that weird killing in Hayes Valley you guys got all worked up at us about (blah blah blah, hipsters, blah blah, SFist is racist, blah blah). Cover article: Disbar more lawyers. We are adoring the cautious yet game-for-adventure tone in this Southern Exposure pie delivery service piece! Meredith Brody bills the Weekly for her belly dancer. Hey, SFist Ced liked it! Let's Get Killed on the spate of bands coming in to perform single albums live, including Sonic Youth with Daydream Nation. We find that phenomenon so mysterious. The Bouncer passes along the theory that there are three types of bars in this city: Irish, hipster, and bars with two Asian women behind the bar. Also -- you may have heard the new Weekly web guy is now no longer with the Weekly -- best of luck to you, Matt Stroud! He was super super nice about the Day Around The Baymixup and we were looking forward to getting to know him!

Street fashion sites like The Sartorialist -- whose frightening clarity made us weep after saying that the "idea of dark pattern mixing for summer at Prada was one of the best looks of the season,” because now dark prints are all that we can think about. Really, it consumes us -- are so popular, it only makes sense that San Francisco would soon have one of its own. And it does: SF Street Fashion. It tries to take a look at, well, street fashions via different SF neighborhoods (although they could put up more arrondissements for diversity, including THE CASTRO, where some of the most unintentionally jaw-dropping style statements live.)

-- Using the garbage and junk-drawer debris from oh-my-God real-life celebrities (!), crafty artist Jason Mercier creates jaw-dropping portraits of A- through D-list notables, which range from Parker Posey to Heidi Fleiss. Celebrity Junk Drawer opens tonight starting at 9 p.m. at 111 Minna Galley (at Second St.); admission is free.

The Yvesdropping voicemails are pouring in! If by "pouring in" you mean that we got two more. Leave us a message at 415-659-8720. Try not to be intimidated by the hilariously urgent robot-greeting. Extra credit for singing your message, as happens in the example below.

Before you bike to work on Thursday, brush up on your inner urban cyclist with a free bike clinic with tips on navigating through the city -- not to mention step-by-step instructions on how to fix a flat. Get there by 7 for the workshop. REI San Francisco, 840 Brannan, SF.

We gobble the various food sections up each Wednesday. This week's report is delayed why? Our car broke down on a curvy country road yesterday and we are working weird hours on a movie called Pig Hunt in the Ukiah/Boonville area. Here are our favorite nibbles from Wednesday's offerings.

We are SO THRILLED thatGavin wants to rescind parking passes and also to have all city vehicles impounded and converted into community gardens. Not only does that mean fewer cars on the road, but it can only mean that Gavin himself is shyly edging towards getting on a bus someday! Gav, we cannot WAIT for the day that we board the 38 and glimpse you wedged between Fillmore hipsters and little old ladies with pink plastic bags. "Back door!" you'd holler in your stentorian voice, and "step down!" we'd all gleefully reply.

Here's a funny stor about an alarm, an SUV, and a tow truck

Spring appears to have, er, sprung, at least temporarily, in most of the Ist-A-Verse, so naturally, we're all feeling pretty good. (Yes, we know that spring doesn't officially start till later this month. Just let us enjoy our weather!) And that makes us that much more eager to share all of the nifty things we're up to...

If there’s one thing we love, it’s the nightlife. There’s nothing better than slathering on some silver eyeliner, donning your black spiky boots and strolling out on a ripe Friday night a long week to get down with other eager, boozy people. If you aren’t up for Ruby Skye but want a little more than your average dive has to offer, shake your moneymaker at one of our top picks for the weekend.

Nothing makes us feel more like a big pervy loser than standing in line for a porn movie. On a Friday night. Alone. In the rain. Wearing a trench coat no less.

As the world holds it's breath, teetering precariously on the cusp of the Superbowl (well, at least in America), the wheels of the -ists keep on turning.