At first I thought Brocephus was simply standing in the crosswalk, but no, he was waiting for the green in the #2 lane of 7th Street.
And off he goes, looking like an Apollo astronaut exploring the Moon:
Forward, ever forward…
Well, here’s an upbeat take:
Hotel Tour : Budget Inn San Francisco CA by DieselDucy:
Compare that with Yelp – a very low one-star rating:
“I want to leave, but it’s already 1am and we are both too afraid to leave our locked room. We get 4 hrs or interrupted sleep (the walls are paper thin and the doors have cracks in them), pray that we didn’t get exposed to tuberculosis, hepatitis and/or herpes and book it out of there. Trust me folks, this place isn’t worth the $60. I’ve stayed in $15 hostels while traveling though Europe that were both cleaner and safer than this place.”
And there’s this:
” If you have less than $150 night for a decent place to stay, youre actually safer just camping at golden gate park than any of these SROs…”
And there’s the bedbug allegations, natch.
Word on the Street, via @SFNick, @robertol, and @kevinmonty:
Hey, how’s Prop A doing? The last polling I saw it wasn’t doing so hot, but that was a while ago.
Oh look, media coverage:
Meanwhile, the people at the SFMTA claim to be offering, “Excellent Transportation Choices.” And they ask the public for advice about MUNI can become “more perfect.”
Something’s gotta give here – I suppose we’ll find out next week…
This account of a journalist buying a stolen bike in the heart of Mayor Ed Lee’s gritty Twitterloin district isn’t new, but it’s new to me, so there you go.
Via Patrick Symms:
“Over the years, SFPD Sergeant McCloskey had launched dozens of stakeouts, stings, and reverse stings against bike thieves in the city’s Tenderloin District, becoming a legendary Lone Ranger in the bike wars, a one-man encyclopedia of cycle crime. He once spent an hour telling me his favorite techniques for catching thieves. The best spot was the San Francisco Public Library’s main branch, a few steps from Market Street. “We took a nice Cannondale and locked it to the bike rack there, set up a robbery detail, and watched the guys stealing the bikes,” he explained. “It worked really well. They’re very slick. They ride up on their own bike, park next to it. They have bolt cutters on a shoelace around their neck and lean down to cut it. They’re very fast. We did this successfully more than 20 times. We’ve only been skunked once. About 90 percent of the people we get are drug addicts, meth heads. Speeders, we call them.”
In Portland, Joe Luiz had confessed that he’d never quite figured out where all the bikes were going, but in San Francisco this wasn’t an issue. Stolen bikes were for sale, openly, at Market and 7th, a block from where Sergeant McCloskey got so many stolen.
I’d come to San Francisco for a funeral—my father-in-law had passed away. I drove downtown to pick up his ashes and, combining two errands into one, drove down Market Street to buy a stolen bike. I parked and walked to the corner of 7th, where there was an open-air market in fenced goods, from canned food to blue jeans to batteries.
The hot-bike market in downtown San Francisco was shameless, a disgrace to the city. But it wasn’t the Bay Area’s only dubious bicycle venue. The Alameda flea market was notorious for recycling stolen bikes, and in Golden Gate Park there was a chop shop where amateur mechanics swapped components and resold stolen bikes for profit.”
In related news:
Here it is, brand-new:
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Prediction: This station will be difficult and expensive to maintain. (Of course, the people behind Bay Area BikeShare already know this. And yet, they will be surprised by what will occur in this area. You’ll see.)
Here it is, in the Twitterloin.
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Now let’s see some reviews:
This was the strangest “museum” I’ve ever been to. And really, it’s worth a visit if you go on a free day. As other reviewers have mentioned, it should really be categorized as a gallery because most of the pieces are done by one man. The placards are hilarious. Instead of saying “Tiger in bamboo – Oil on canvas – 1993″, it will say something like “The Master has expertly crafted this piece and is the best work to have ever captured the grace of this animal. His Holiness has magnificent talent….”. It’s like a paragraph about how great he is without any mention of the materials used. I have some suggestions to make this place better. 1) call the upper floors a gallery 2) turn the ground floor forest/fireplace area into a bar 3) let people climb in the tree house.
Actual artist’s note: “The external appearance of this stone is too beautiful to be absorbed all at once … In creating this wondrous art form, H.H. Dorje Chang Buddha III has opened an entirely new epoch in the history of art in the world.” This whole shoddy enterprise seems to be one giant vanity project by a self-styled “spiritual” guru. If you do trail around this vast collection of mediocre pastiche, then at least embrace the comedy value and read the item descriptions. But make sure you don’t get waylaid by one of the dead-eyed volunteers who will ask you to describe your experience. The whiff of the cult is strong in this one.
Renoir Hotel, Market Street:
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When are these ladies going to stop?
Sunday Sunday Sunday:
Clement St. Grand Opening!
Agricultural Institute of Marin is partnering with the Clement Street Merchants Association to bring the Inner Richmond San Francisco’s newest farmers market! Beginning June 23rd, join us every Sunday from 9am to 2pm, on Clement Street between 2nd and 4th Avenues, year-round, for what promises to be a great Sunday morning destination for foodies and families alike.
Read the news and turn the pages:
“Lord knows that Sundays at that part of Clement can be a bit depressing, what with infrequent bus service, a number of empty parking spaces, and lots and lots of closed storefronts abutting a handful of thriving businesses.”
For lease, for rent, “retirement sale,” going out of business sale, and on and on:
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Tell me how it goes.
Here ya go, it’s Down and Out in Mid-Market:
1. Do you see that “Market Street Specials” graphic, The Bold Italic? It’s better than anything you’ve ever done* since you came to town to try to make money hawking made-in-San-Fran goods to clueless tourists and your fellow newcomers, you dig? It serves THE READER, right? Oh, what’s that, TBI? Your job is to lose millions upon millions year after year to serve up a fat tax break for your corporate masters Back East? Well, mission accomplished.
2. And srsly, I don’t think it’s the job of SFGov-funded COMMUNITY AMBASSADORS to confiscate food in the Twitterloin.
3. Uh, the vast majority of food market food comes on 18-wheelers, you know, on pallets and stuff. (Speaking of corporate tax breaks…)
4. Adieu, writer Albert Samaha? It’s been real.
5. And finally, ah memories. Find the Crispy Hexagons cereal and win:
Official San Francisco COMMUNITY AMBASSADORS:
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One time I was almost a COMMUNITY AMBASSADOR. Well actually, I was a COMMUNITY ASSISTANT CONSUL GENERAL, you know, making moves, on my way up. But then at the ANNUAL COMMUNITY GALA I upchucked on the silk dress of the COMMUNITY SECRETARY GENERAL. Later on my CCG said, due to that “unfortunate incident,” I would never ever become a COMMUNITY AMBASSADOR no matter what.
So I said screw it, street diplomacy just isn’t the life for me.