»In which the Lower Haight Blocks the House

Today was a beautiful day for the first (annual?) Lower Haight Block Party.
Aram, Greg, and David King, one half of the Museum of Small Things Davids, were collectively selling witty t-shirts (Greg looked quite natty in his "Straight Outta Haight" tee), and shared a colourful booth with Sarah and her beautiful glass jewelry, and a woman who stitched great patterns onto handmade bags (-- anyone have her URL?).
The street scene had plenty of kids running around, girls on roller skates, the necessary but still unsettling weird clown on stilts, and lots of loud music. The Tamale Lady strolled past with a couple of coolers of her finest. Little other food was available on the street, although most of the neighbourhood restaurants (and MCDs) were in full effect -- I was half-expecting some funnel cakes or italian ice.
David took a rattle-can to my duds and put The Bomber, a great design, onto my undershirt. That's street art.