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Send your Bay Area finds to found [at] sfist [dot] com or tag them sfist and found on Flickr! Let us know where and when you found the item and any other helpful info. Today's find is courtesy of Greg Dewar of the fabulous N Judah Chronicles, brought to us via the SFist Found Flickr stream. We love the colors and texture in this one. The sink looks like it belongs in some big,...

It's our week up on the weekly-reading duties! Last week's winner from SFist Sarah L, the SF Weekly. A letter writer says: "While Matt [Gonzalez] may not be the next Picasso (but don't count him out)..." It doesn't matter what the rest of the letter says. The SF Fire Department gave a bad test. Cover article: We hate baby boomers and their dirty self-centered hippie ways. Carnivorous plants! Yay, the SFIFF! A flyer fell out of our Weekly advertising Netflix for porn. Meredith likes Maverick, and we thought SFist Ced's post on "Mission Accomplished" was his thoughts on the review! (That'd be an excellent title for the post about Maverick, which is on 17th and Mission.)). Dueling opinions on Wilco. The Yeah Yeah Yeahs are on the Spiderman 3 soundtrack? (from an ad.) And a man tickling his stepmother in Savage Love.

As noted in this week's SF Weekly and SFist Rita's "We Read the Weeklies" column, the Bay Area's (and beyond) beloved Kitchen Sink—the magazine for people who think too much—is calling it quits this spring. Kitchen Sink is the latest of several independent publications to shut down due to the Independent Press Association's failure to fulfill its commitments before going under. Before Kitchen Sink's proverbial well runs dry, they will be producing one last issue. But they need your help to do it! Stop on by Edinburgh Castle this Saturday night for their fundraiser, which will feature lots of bands and a raffle with prizes from Amoeba, the Believer and local artisans.

Last week's winner, the Guardian. Tim Redmond says, war, war is stupid. Okay, it's kind of funny that the lead editorial describes PG&E's latest electrical scheme as an extension cord running from Pittsburg to SF. Josh Wolf pens an editorial -- if he wasn't a reporter before, he's certainly a reporter now. Someone who talked to the Guardian about their job on Alcatraz got fired, allegedly in retaliation. More on the anti-war protests (but Matt Gonzalez's name is misspelled.) They're never going to give back the Fillmore to the African-American community. Cheryl Eddy's not a vegetarian anymore, so here's her fave cannibalism movies. Sonic Reducer at SXSW. Cover article: local heavy metal band Hammers of Misfortune. The name Taiga is very hot right now. And if you're a Cancer, "you get the gleaming golden Sucks To Be You trophy."

Nothing seems to sum up the current state of the Giants than a game SFist attended a week and a half ago. Up 8-7 in the 9th against the Washington Nats, the Giants went to their closer and out of the bullpen came one Jeremy Accardo. As in who? The kid pitched well in AA ball and was said to throw strikes, so Felipe threw him out there to see what would happen. What the hell? It didn't quite work out that well but it neatly summarizes the Giants this season-- what the hell? Felipe has always managed like a mad scientist, throwing anything and everything out there to see what works and this season he's managing like Dr. Frankenstein on a speedball. Bringing up some AA kid to audition for a closer role is something that a team does in Spring Training or to some doomed doormat like the Royals, not to a team that began the season with playoff aspirations. Yet because of all the injuries, all the head-scratching head-cases, and just plain ole ineffectiveness, Felipe can do nothing but throw everyone including the Kitchen Sink out there (Sink, by the way, is the third rated prospect in the Giants' farm system according to Baseball America).

Music-loving good samaritans, this is your lucky week. If you like to enjoy a little partying and live performance in exchange for your charitable contributions, you have no less than six different tsunami relief benefits to choose from. On Friday, The Independent is having their second benefit, featuring members of New Monsoon, ALO, Samantha and the Ritual for a donation of $10-50. Great American's benefit that night with indie kings Gibbard, Kozelek, Richman and Bachman is sold out, but buying a ticket from a scalper would be even more wrong than usual. Bottom of the Hill's "Wave of Relief" benefit is on Sunday, with Blind Justice, The MoFonics, OM&M, et al. Monday night Erase Errata, Murder Murder, Curse of the Birthmark and So So Many White White Tigers rock the Elbo Room. Wednesday night brings another benefit at Bottom of the Hill, with Casiotone for the Painfully Alone, Jason Quever from the Papercuts and several others, for $7 and up. Also that night is a benefit presented by A Show of Hands at Rickshaw Stop with comedy, film, dance, theatre and music from the likes of Hard Nox and Killing My Lobster, for a donation of $5-20. Look at you, San Francisco, doin' so good! For those about to rock for a good cause, we salute you.

Reach a hand across the blogger/print media divide and get your weekly buzz on at the Indie Mag All-Star party this Saturday from 8-10. Locally-published magazines Kitchen Sink, Bitch Magazine, Other Magazine, LiP, and Ohio's Clamor throw a reading party at the Make Out Room, in conjunction with the independent press convention this weekend. Admission is free, drinks are on you (or whichever cute indie writer/editor you can get to buy). The current issues of the magazines feature writings on borders (Clamor), home and travel (Bitch), winners of the fiction contest (Kitchen Sink), current issues in left-wing politics (LiP), and utopia/dystopia (Other), so there should be food for thought accompanying your $2 PBR. ($2 happy hour PBR! So good it should be illegal!). Pic from Kitchen Sink. Obligatory disclosure: this correspondent's affiliated with Bitch; come by and say hi on Saturday to the person in the special SFist-designed Mrs. Chris Daly t-shirt!

Dan Leone hits us right in the gut with Giordano Bros. -- we're not familiar with the Pittsburgh all-in-one like they serve at Primanti Brothers. We'd have to defer to Mr. Kavanagh on that one. But the idea of stuffing the french fries into the sandwich appeals to us on so many levels that Giordano Bros. seems an inevitability, especially if they stayed open just a little later. The other Guardian foodie, Paul Reidinger, hits up Repastoria Satyricon and comes away with a "when alluding to Rome, do as the Romans do" opinion.

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