Gripe with artist results in vandalism at second Mission mural
Gripe with artist results in vandalism at second Mission mural
A tagger who has been using spray paint to express his displeasure with a Mission mural appears to have chosen a new target: the same artist’s work on a building one street over. The stencil art of sea turtles along one side of the PG&E substation at 19th and San Carlos streets has been repeatedly tagged including with the words “Latino art only.” On Sunday, a series of squids painted along…
20Mission runs a retail space that accepts Bitcoin that I wrote about in August. But what’s up with its SRO-turned-hacker-hostel above it? The second installment of a video series called “Hacker Lairs” now offers a three-minute look inside. Posted to YouTube on Oct. 3, the video begins with a woman rather enthusiastically making a…
Nakamoto’s: SF’s First Bitcoin Retail Space Opens For Business
06 February 2015 | Samuel Rae | newsbtc.com
20Mission is a large co-working and co-living space in the center of San Francisco. For those that are not familiar with the space, it can be summed up as follows: a place where engineers, graphic designers, coders and individuals from a host of all walks of life meet, live, work and play. It plays host to tech entrepreneurs galore, and is a melting pot where many ideas and top start-ups are born – Purse.io, the bitcoin gift card company being just one example in the digital currency space.
It has hit the headlines today for another venture into the bitcoin world – namely Nakamoto’s. Nakamoto’s is a tech retail store with a difference. It is being billed as the first bitcoin retail space in San Francisco. Consumers can head on over to the store and pick up a range of electronic goods – Apple headphones, Amazon Kindles, Chromebooks and Jabra headphones to name but a few. But that’s not all.
I have a very close friend here at 20mission, also named Stephanie. We're Steph Squared. She's nine years younger than me, has a sixth sense for others' emotions and handling social situations, and is one of the most generous human beings I have ever met.
She's been an absolutely incredible support for me. We're both people who need people.
We've often talked about my mental illnesses and how they affect me. Yesterday she came home from work at a cafe, and mentioned that she had a moment of insight.
She explains that things were incredibly busy and stressful at one point, and it was very difficult for her to keep it together and effectively manage the situation.
She thought, Now I really understand why Steph [me] can't just 'get a job'... she couldn't cope with this day after day.
And she's absolutely right.
I'd never worked on my feet or in a customer service job before I started bartending for parties here. I suddenly learned what it's like to not even have a moment to think for hours, while you're covered in juice, dealing with drunken people, making small talk and smiling, handling tips and change, shoving your hands in ice, no pee break, always feeling like you're forgetting something, etc etc.
It only works for me because:
it's in my home with my friends,
I can control how high pressure it is,
it's a creative endeavour (I love crafting the drinks to the theme),
it's a preferred form of social interaction for me (behind a counter, limited engagement, pre-established roles -- think about how similar that is to camming),
and it's ONCE or twice a month, and I get a couple of days to recover.
Another one of my jobs is assembling electronics in the basement for a fellow tenant's startup. That's a few hours or so a week, fun, and extremely flexible hours.
It has been quite a process, trying to assemble a suite of jobs using various skillsets, to be able to support myself while I'm still deeply in recovery.
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Then last night, the Stephs were drinking. She mentioned the phenomenon of being drunk-sad or drunk-happy and how strongly she felt the emotions of it. She says, it can be random and you never know when something will set you off in one direction or another.
I pause for a moment while she turns to the kitchen counter.
Er... I think you just described how BPD feels.
Oh god, if that's what BPD is like, then I don't want anything to do with it!
It feels good to be understood and have friends in the same physical location. I'm going to miss her like crazy when she goes back to Australia in the fall.
