I don’t know.
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Something to do with corruption?
Remember this, from earlier this month?
“From Todd Lappin Telstar Logistic:
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What’s going to happen to all these bikes?”
Here’s the answer:
“Most will go to the Reno Bike Collective and other bike organizations, some will be repainted and added to the BRC Yellow Bike program.”
Living in San Francisco can have its challenges but one nice thing is that corporations (yeah, man, the corporations, man) come to town and start giving stuff away.
As it was yesterday in Justin Herman Plaza, where Ford gave away a car to the best limbo-er who showed up. (I would have told you about it but it was one of those Facebook deals, and it’s hard for me to get info off of the FB sometimes,* so I didn’t know about the deets even though I had a link, oh well.)
Anyway, see footage of the thrilling conclusion of the two finalists right here – it’s a punchy three minutes.
Fiesta Thunderdome: Two limber gals enter, one limber gal wins
*I sometimes forget my fake name and/or my password. You have to use a totally new password to give to Facebook else that oily Zuckerberg fellow will use it to log on to your Gmail and whatnot to spy on you. That’s how he rolls. I’ll tell you, I outlived the AOL** and I’ll outlive the FB**, you’ll see.
**Beloved by grandmothers and corporations both
[UPDATE: Word on the street is that this isn't going to happen after all....]
Erin Sherbet has the deets on the coming Jumbotron-style showings of games 3 and 4 outside in the rain this weekend. But please remember:
“This is not a party zone,” said Newsom spokesman Tony Winnicker. “It’s a place for families and true baseball fans who want to cheer Giants on — there are lots of other places to party and buy pitchers of beer.”
Harsh. “True baseball fans” don’t drink beer, apparently.
“I never realized how boring this game is”
I never thought I’d live to see the day when cans of beer would be confiscated at the Bay to Breakers footrace. I mean, bottles and kegs, sure, but harmless aluminum cans?
Well, that’s what’s happening at the 99th Annual. A thin blue line of eight SFPD officers has been stretched across the eastern crosswalk of Fell and Masonic – they’re just taking the brew right out of your hands. Some escape this dragnet, but most do not.
Popo shut us down. Thusly:
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Where are the earnest, green-hatted nerds of the National Lawyers Guild Legal Observer Corps when, finally, we need them?
I put down my Bud suitcase and raised my hands to the Heavens and yelled,” Gascon!“*
R.I.P. America: 1776-2010.
*Or Singer. One of them. I’ll tell you, I don’t know if local Police Chief George Gascon and premier spinmeister Sam Singer are more intelligent than Fong and Fang (Heather and Angela, respectfully), but the new people in charge this year sure are smarter, it would seem. Defter, if that’s a word.
When parking in San Francisco, you should always curb your wheels. If you can’t tell whether you’re pointing uphill or down, just pour out a little water from your bottle into the gutter.
The way the water goes tells you which way the hill goes. Or just look at what all the other drivers on the block did. Easy peasy, right?
The driver of this VW Cabrio made the wrong choice, so a ticket from SFMTA was the result. Parking Control Officers will spot this infraction from a block away and then make a special trip just for you.
Lot’s of times we have signs on the streets of San Francisco warning of a construction zone - this is your notification of the days and times a parking space is unavailable. When a crew comes in the morning and see your car, they’ll have it towed away with extreme prejudice.
But look here at the policy of mega utility Pigs, Girafffes and Elephants: just leave your number and they’ll let you know when you need to move. Que bueno!
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That’s a friendly policy from PG&E, non?