I’ve never seen this:
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In all my years…
Some day, some day, some day, I’ll be the peacock
Winsome on Sansome:
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Some day, some day, some day, Dominion
So let’s hear from America’s Cup 2013 Safety Committee member Jim Farmer, QC [Her Majesty’s Counsel learned* in the law]:
“The City of San Francisco is very unhappy with the promised financial bonanza being anything but.”
Heretofore, everything that could have gone wrong with the 2013 America’s Cup has gone wrong. All we can do now is hope that no one else dies for the sake of Larry Ellison’s ego.
And is this America’s Cup going to be the last big thing Larry Ellison does before he dies?
So there’s this – it’s the kind of thing called Harsh Reality Time:
“Much of the vision, it is now apparent, has turned to custard. Larry Ellison’s prediction that there would be a dozen or more challengers (up to 15 perhaps) looks absurd with only 3 challengers making it to the start line and one of them not yet ready to race. The City of San Francisco is very unhappy with the promised financial bonanza being anything but. The tragic death of Andrew Simpson when the first (and so far only) Artemis boat disintegrated as it collapsed has cast a pall over the Event from which even the spectacular speed of these boats is unlikely to clear away.“
And there’s this:
“One has to hope most earnestly that there is no further disaster. So far these boats have not yet raced in anger and that has to be the major concern. Two boats, each sailing at over 40 knots and closing from opposing tacks at a mark at an effective combined speed of 80 knots, is not for the faint-hearted. Getting crew down safely or out of the water from a boat that has capsized remains a serious challenge even for sailors who are well equipped, fit and trained to deal with that situation as best they can. Fortunately, sanity prevailed with one of the Regatta Director’s safety recommendations being a prohibition on corporate guests sitting on the back of one of these racing machines. How crazy was that idea in the first place?”
Oh, and there’s this:
“…it will be economics that will prevent the next edition of the Cup under Ellison’s control being a success. Three challengers this time. It is hard to see any of those challengers continuing with the same model of the Event next time. Yes, there will be others who will be happy to do the A45 thing, as there were this time, but the question will be whether (billionaires aside) more than one or two will be able to go to the next stage – which is the America’s Cup after all. And even the viability of the AC45 circuit must be uncertain. The existing model of cities paying all the costs of each mini-event, including the cost of getting the 45s there, just didn’t work this time, with a number of planned events being cancelled because of lack of financial support.”
Anyway, the point is that Appointed Mayor and Willie Brown butt-boy Ed Lee knows that this venture is a big flop, but he’s afraid to say or do anything about it.
Monstrous Big Red, a ticking time bomb that went off a couple months ago:
*Pepe: “Wow, Papa Homer, you are so learn-ed.” Homer: “It’s pronounced “learned.'”
You know, San Francisco columnist CW Nevius used to complain about all the people commenting underneath his writings. In fact, he would dedicate some of his bits to rip on all the uncouths who dared contradict his conclusions.
(I’ll bet he misses those days now, he misses the time when he had hundreds and hundreds of commenters on SFGate instead of just a handful on the Chronicle website.)
Anyway, here’s the latest, about a BART / SFMTA / MUNI entrance near the intersection of Sutter and Sansome:
“A sign on the barrier said the portal would be closed until June 4. When that date passed, a commuter added a sign that said: “Or whenever we get around to it.” The date was then changed to June 21.”
But Nevius got BART to change the sign to say that the opening date was pushed up to June 20th. See? Here’s how it looked the morning of 6/20:
And here’s the same location on the afternoon of 6/20:
Oh Nevius, when will all your incessant source greasing and beat sweetening pay off?
‘Cause then the wide, wide sidewalks would come “complete” with bike lanes:
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Who knows, it might happen – Bush might get its own “contra-flow” bike lane in the Financh, the way they want for the one-way part of Polk near Market and the way things are now in some parts of Golden Gate Park.
Surprised signs like this are still around:
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Is this illegal? (You know, aside from jumping the red light / intruding into the crosswalk.)
At first I thought so, but now I don’t know.
They can’t go on the sidewalk, at least not in the 415.
Remember when Steve Jobs said that the Segway revolution would be “bigger than the PC?”
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He didn’t but I do….
WTF is this? Is this a tow truck towing cars in the Financial under authority of the contract AutoReturn has with SFGov?
I think so!
And yet, in addition to charging you $500 for towing away your ride for being just 13 minutes late, AutoReturn wants to be involved with giving you a lecture from the King James.
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I cry foul.
For the record, PSALM 23:
The Lord is my Shepherd; I shall not want.
He maketh me to lie down in green pastures:
He leadeth me beside the still waters.
He restoreth my soul:
He leadeth me in the paths of righteousness for His name’ sake.
Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death,
I will fear no evil: For thou art with me;
Thy rod and thy staff, they comfort me.
Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of mine enemies;
Thou annointest my head with oil; My cup runneth over.
Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life,
and I will dwell in the House of the Lord forever.
And then I’ll tow your car.
Sometimes, I just don’t know…
“The colonel’s hostility softened gradually as he applied himself to details. “Now, I want you to give a lot of thought to the kind of prayers we’re going to say. I don’t want anything heavy or sad. I’d like you to keep it light and snappy, something that will send the boys out feeling pretty good. Do you know what I mean? I don’t want any of this Kingdom of God or Valley of Death stuff. That’s all too negative. What are you making such a sour face for?”
“I’m sorry, sir,” the chaplain stammered. “I happened to be thinking of the Twenty-third Psalm just as you said that.”
“How does that one go?”
“That’s the one you were just referring to, sir. ‘The Lord is my shepherd; I—‘”
“That’s the one I was just referring to. It’s out. What else have you got?”
“‘Save me, O God; for the waters are come in unto—‘”
“No waters,” the colonel decided, blowing ruggedly into his cigarette holder after flipping the butt down into his combed-brass ash tray. “Why don’t we try something musical? How about the harps on the willows?”
“That has the rivers of Babylon in it, sir,” the chaplain replied. “‘…there we sat down, yea, we wept, when we remembered Zion.'”
“Zion? Let’s forget about that one right now. I’d like to know how that one ever got in there. Haven’t you got anything humorous that stays away from waters and valleys and God? I’d like to keep away from the subject of religion altogether if we can.”
The chaplain was apologetic. “I’m sorry, sir, but just about all the prayers I know are rather somber in tone and make at least some passing reference to God.”
“Then let’s get some new ones. The men are already doing enough bitching about the missions I send them on without our rubbing it in with any sermons about God or death or Paradise. Why can’t we take a more positive approach? Why can’t we all pray for something good, like a tighter bomb pattern, for example? Couldn’t we pray for a tighter bomb pattern?”
“Well, yes, sir, I suppose so,” the chaplain answered hesitantly. “You wouldn’t even need me if that’s all you wanted to do. You could do that yourself.”
“I know I could,” the colonel responded tartly. “But what do you think you’re here for? I could shop for my own food, too, but that’s Milo’s job, and that’s why he’s doing it for every group in the area. Your job is to lead us in prayer, and from now on you’re going to lead us in a prayer for a tighter bomb pattern before every mission. Is that clear? I think a tighter bomb pattern is something really worth praying for. It will be a feather in all our caps with General Peckem. General Peckem feels it makes a much nicer aerial photograph when the bombs explode close together.”