It really was a sugar tax, wasn’t it, Santa?
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How would you water this wobbly putting green high up near Turtle Hill / Grand View Park? Do you wait for the rain of Yosemite to accumulate and then make its way through hundreds of miles of the Hetch Hetchy Aqueduct to get to Frisco and then have somebody pump it up to your house so that you can waste “America’s Best Drinking Water” for your own suburban-style glorification?
I think that’s the system, man.
But brown is the new green, man.
Driving Etiquette: Rolls Royce Owner in the Western Addition Goes About with Pinkie Finger Upraised, As If Drinking TeaMonday, April 27th, 2015
I’m not sure what Brocephus here was doing – he might have been eating an Egg McMuffin or he might have actually been drinking tea. This is the only shot I have, so I suppose I’ll never know:
No matter, his left pinkie was upraised, scoring mad baller points.
How the Mellow SFPD Handles Things When All You Want To Do on Election Day is Sit at a MUNI Stop and Drink BeerFriday, November 7th, 2014
You’d make it simpler for the fuzz if you’d transfer your booze to a water bottle or something. Simply putting your 40 in a paper bag or, in this case, black fabric(?), doesn’t cut it.
So they’ll pour your brew out right in front of you. And then quickly move on to the friction of the day, no muss, no fuss.
Question: How Many Gallons of Water has the City of San Francisco Recycled Since 1850? The Answer Will Amaze You!Monday, August 11th, 2014
Or not. I mean, why would I ask if the answer were anything but zero?
Here’s your super-pure, “better than Evian” Hetch Hetchy drinking water at work right here:
In other news, your SFPUC is working on a plan to downgrade the quality of your water on purpose, because, because…
In still yet other news, the SFPUC is better than you because it paid your money to buy a LEED certification for its new building on Golden Gate from the LEED people – this is so that the SFPUC can be shining exemplar for us all to follow.
What San Francisco 49ers Fever Looked Like on the Race to the Super Bowl – Great Photo from the Civic Center BlogThursday, January 30th, 2014
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See you next year, same time, same place!
Until then, enjoy this folk art now installed on Geary in the Inner Richmond District:
I’ll tell you, San Francisco doesn’t have too many Republicans but they manage to come out in force during Steve Restivo’s annual Union Street Eco Urban (or is it Urban Eco?) Street Festival.
I can just about assure that the Mitt Romney people will on the scene and out in force, with the ironing boards and whatnot – like this guy:
All right now here’s your Union Street Festival Decision Tree:
“1. Is it sunny outside?
2. Can you stand crowds of overgrown sorority girls and fraternity boys?
3. Can you stand crowded beer gardens filled with the aforementioned?
If you answered yes to the above, proceed to the Union Street Festival. “
But here’s the retort, from a party-lover, here’s the other side of this perfect dramaturgical dyad:
(1) PARTYING AND HAVING FUN AT A FESTIVAL
(2) NOT BEING A GRANDMA, and
(3) LIVING LIFE A LITTLE.”
So there you go.
The alcohol drinking used to be totally wide open, and then things got toned down a bit, and now I think even the walled-off beer “gardens” are gone. But you can always join one of the annual beer-fueled house parties, why not?
All right, let’s travel back to years past – here are some shots from yesteryear:
“Now here’s what’s funny when the so-called neighbors who own houses near traditional San Francisco street parties, like the Bay to Breakers Fun Run and the Union Street Festival. Inevitably, some of the actual neighbors, the people what live on the street itself, throw open their doors for anything-goes, beer-fueled house parties.
Anyway, today Andrea Koskey has the news about how there will be no more beer gardens at the Union Street Festival 2011, prompting this response from Serg of the Uptown Almanac:
“Yeah because rock and fucking roll brings the “wilder element.” Yeah I bet it must be nuts when your heehaw ass festival gets raided by tall-can wielding dave matthews fans. Ain’t no dancing in this town bitches! We want to sell shitty ass freeway artwork and braclets made out of old rocks and trash to senior citizens and sweater knots. Fucking dumb asses chewing on shitty grilled meat on a stick can’t hang out in beer gardens or do whatever dumb fucking bullshit it is that they do on their lame ass stoops on Union st. Union street can suck my balls, that shit has been herbfest from the gate, amatuer hour trainwreck can stay gone.”
All right, get your house partay tickets or invites now. (It’ll be a piece of cake if you are popular/cute enough.)
The perils of post-adolescent Union Street Fest shotgunning. The front of this house faces Union:
That entire residence was filled to the brim with partiers in 2008. Ah, memories.
All right, see you there, or not.
Now enjoy a trip down Union Street Festival Memory Lane:
This thing is biiiig – it will take you a long time to wander about Union:
You know who proved popular was Tom Rigney, “electric violinist, Cajun fiddler, composer, graphic artist, and leader of the American roots music band, Tom Rigney and Flambeau.”
Best in Show – Candy Wrapper Handbags, something like this, as seen on Oprah
Micro cupcakes continue their dominance over the cuisine of the late aughts
Your streetfest four basic food groups are poultry (including turkey legs, they’re not just for renaissance festivals anymore), corn on the cob, couscous (not pictured) and garlic fries (not pictured).
2.5 star-rated Left at Albuquerque [sadly closed now, I think] offered crowd-pleasing beer towers to sidewalk diners:
Now they’re renting out A2B electric scooters to tourists. Do people really ride these things on the Golden Gate Bridge sidewalks at 20 per back and forth to Sausalito? People do. Anyway, Blazing Saddles bike rentals was offering test drives.
Suds on the Roof, but much less than in years past. I think a man partying outdoors feels more like a man if he can have a red cup of suds.
“Eco-Urban” Union Street featured a hell of a lot of gas powered Honda generators, but this year, not so much. Originally, I thought this distribution amplifier was a box full of car batteries, but now I’m at a loss at figuring out how this band got its power. If they had a generator, they hid it well.
It’s an overhead extention cord leading from a Union Street business to one of the food vendors in the middle of the street. Is that an extension cord being used as internal wiring? Cough electrical code cough.
Oh, there it is! One of at least two Hondas in operation today.
But at least all the amplified music won’t disturb this slumbering. ear-protected pooch.
It’s big, in’nt?
Lots of swag from our corporate overlords at this street faire:
All right, here are a few of the Repubs. Yes on B and Fix MUNI Now were a few of their issues:
As usual, the West End was strictly for kids:
And dogs, of course:
Fandango let people take two free spins on their unfairly-weighted (aka loaded, gaffed, cogged, weighted, crooked, or gag) swag roulette wheel – that was a mistake. Scored a bumper sticker the first try and then a precious $50 credit code the second. Bonus.
And of course, another Mini MUNI Meltdown, right on sked: