DANCIN' ON THE GRAVE OF ALL THINGS ORIGINAL.
Two things that baffle me about some of the content floating around the internet:
1. Novel length bios, descriptions, blog posts, etc.
2. Weakly written, typos, lacking context, zero calls to action, lack of clear understanding of intended audience — all around crap content.
First off, who asserted this was a good use of copy and space? SMH
Secondly, who in the world is paying you to create these unskilled eyesores? I want to meet them…so I can help them.
Clear and concise, people. Period.
Excerpt: “If you’re seen as too feminine, you won’t get the same opportunities as men in the first place. If you’re seen as too masculine, you’ll be seen as capable, but judged as undeserving of realizing the opportunities you would otherwise merit, on account of your personality problems. It’s a classic damned-if-you-do, damned-if-you-don’t situation.”
Below are some snapshots during my #foodporn smorgasbord…
This truck speaks my language. @bigasssandwich
Why yes, those are fries in my big ass sammich.
Out back, where the goodness is made. #foodporn
Uhhhhhhh. Icecream? Anyone?
@ThreeTwins organic ice cream
Thanks to the nice fella’, Sam, who explained the Monopoly-esque money system that #sfsff was using for
drunken early ticket buyers. (So that’s what Canadian money looks like?!) That’s a great way to not lose yer cash if yer tipsy, eh?
The “I <cart> STREET FOOD” shirts were omnipresent on Folsom Street.
The end is nigh. Gorge thyself on tuna tartare, while you still can.
It wouldn’t be a food festival without something wrapped in #bacon…
Makeshift food tables that are both ghetto street-cred worthy and eco-friendly? Check.
Cheeky! Check them out at @LIBAFalafel.
That’s all, folks!
Good times were definitely had, and so was many a tasty, greasy, delicious bite at the #sfsff this year.
Next year, I buy myself an “I <cart> STREET FOOD” shirt, get in early on some of that Canuck lookin’ funny money, and prepare a vendor bucket-list!
See you next year!