Boy, this view is somewhat jarring:
They call this thing a “turret?”
I don’t know.
(Two words, Man: Omega Man.)
As here, when the covering paint was still wet:
Here’s how things looked a few days ago.
You know these days, it seems I’ll see something on Twitter one week and then it will appear as graffiti the next week…
First it was all like this, but now it’s all like this:
Here you go:
You see, back last year:
“The university was waiting for facts to be established by a court of law before undertaking any action.”
Man, that’s an absurdly high standard, in’nt? It’s like a Mayor Willie Brown standard, right?
Oh, here’s USF’s latest – a newer/better standard:
‘”The volume and nature of these allegations are deeply disturbing, and the University of San Francisco (USF) takes sexual assault seriously. USF leaders are closely monitoring the legal developments surrounding Mr. Cosby to determine the proper next steps regarding his honorary degree.'”
Ah, there we go.
But what’s this?
“In recent days, Noah Zimmerman, an alumnus of USF, unhappy with his alma mater’s association with Cosby, alerted me to the scrubbing of the communications office’s page containing a news release about Cosby receiving the honorary degree.”
So USF, you keep the webpage up but you delete its text?
I’ll tell you, in all my years, I aint never seen this kind of thing.
In the words of Petrelis:
“Quite odd to delete the body of the page but leave the headline intact.”
Oh, here’s the former text, right here, and what the Heck, after the jump as well.
Let’s see, how to close. Take it away, Mike:
“Meanwhile, it was time yesterday for USF to find its spine on their relationship with Cosby and finally take full and substantive stand on the allegations and such piling up against him. Two terse statements in eight months just don’t cut it.”
Here’s where our money goes, for better or worse:
“CBD Adds Civic Center Greeter for Improved Safety at Night
In June, the CBD started an experiment to see if we could impact safety, both real and perceived, by adding one nighttime ambassador dedicated to the entrance and elevator area of the Civic Center Parking Garage.
Over the past year, the arts organizations have received complaints from patrons saying they feel unsafe when they walk back to their cars at night because of the lack of other people in the area. The CBD believes that this is impacting people’s willingness to park in the garage and it impacts traffic flow, congestion and pedestrian safety on busy nights as people circle the blocks looking for parking.
After two months, the CBD will evaluate the program”
First, it was all like this:
Get all the deets here.
You see I’m six-foot-one and a ton of fun, so things were a bit wobbly on the staircase going up, back in the day. Empty beer cans are what you’d find up there.
But now the Presidio isn’t a military base – there’s no need to have an observation tower for training recruits anymore.
Radio communications, that’s the present need on this ridge, and it’s The Future as well.
Here’s how things look these days:
This scene makes me think of the Old Days.
A Man In His Forties
[UPDATE: Commenter Kyle says a couple of these factories have gotten hauled away by the SFPD – see Comments.]
So your horse has been stolen off of the mean Streets of San Francisco? Well, you’re never ever getting it back because it’s already been chopped up into pieces and rendered at the makeshift open-air glue factory known as 13th Street:
Oh, what’s that, somebody stole your ride one time and you got it back the next day? Well, sure, cause your bike got stolen, but it hadn’t yet entered The System. Here’s your sausage factory, bursting at the seams:
Oh look, new chain link fence and barbed wire – that will stop the processing in this one particular place under the I-80
And look, camouflage!
It’s almost as if there aren’t any stolen bike parts on the sidewalk at all!
It amazes me when some say that these bikes were simply given away or abandoned. ‘Cause like just as Tsukiji has its fish market, in Tsukiji, SF has its stolen bike market / processing center, on the few short blocks under the freeway called 13th Street