I’m guessing no, they do not.
I suppose I harp on this Trader Joe’s issue…
Get up to speed here.
The limit here, betwixt Pine and Geary, is 30 MPH
This is poor planning.
This is San Francisco.
Heading east the other day:
And then the return trip heading west, just a few blocks away:
There’s something wrong with our pedestrians.*
There’s something wrong with SFGov being afraid to say anything about it…
*Are drivers in Frisco worse than average, like compared with CA or the US? IDK. But our peds are much worse than average, mostly due to an attitude problem. Oh well.
These Sinners break at least two Parking Commandments each and every week:
Let’s read them, from TK
“DO NOT DOUBLE PARK:
a. Anywhere near an intersection.
b. Anywhere, at any time, on Fell, Oak, Gough, Franklin, Turk between Van Ness and Divisadero, any of those little tiny streets in Bernal Heights or those alleys in the Mission, or anywhere else you’re going to royally fuck up traffic.
As we can see here, assuming that you’re going to make and take illegal parking spaces every week, because you can, THOU SHALT NOT:
Put your cones so close to an intersection.
You see how that works?
Oh what’s that, the City knows what you’re doing but it’s afraid of blowback from your parishioners come Election Day? Well, Jim Jones got away with similar things, and worse, when he was pushing SFGov around decades ago.
Do you want to be like Jim Jones?
And here’s the caboose of this jaywalking / jay-running train:
I’ve been tilting at this windmill for a while now. At first on SFist back about 2007 or so and then on this tiny blog. The first TJ’s shopper death came a few years back. The next will come tomorrow or next year or in another five years, something like that.
What’s that, the speed limit here is 25 MPH and cars come through “speeding” all the time? Well, not really. Average speed for southbound traffic is fairly low. And for northbound, it’s not all that fast either. And oh, the limit on this stretch of Masonic is 30 MPH.
What’s that, Planning and DPW and the all-knowing, all-seeing SFMTA have a plan for Masonic and it’s coming soon? Well, not really. The project wasn’t as “shovel-ready as promised so they’ve loaned the Masonic-designated pork for other stuff. A “new” Masonic will eventually come, but not above Geary and TJ’s and all the photos you can see are all from north of Geary.
That’s the update for 2015.
Why? Because somebody just might cut you, you know, in a knife fight that you just might get involved with in the 94118, despite the fact (or, especially because?) you yourself don’t ever carry a knife:
Or, in other words, you can’t really save a parking spot by standing in it because it’s agin the law.
All right, enough controversy, Let’s Knife!
I’ve never seen an ad like this afore:
How long did it take to create, one wonders? About two seconds?
No matter, I’m sure SFGov is starting to think of the bluewolf as a good corporate citizen now…
As always, start with the Yelp:
“There is a certain je-ne-sais-quoi, a special sort of class, that imbues a neighborhood when it is sporting its very own windowless massage parlor with neon lights and a locked gate even during business hours (ring bell for admittance–I guess they don’t take walk-ins). The “carvings” on the wall seem to be intended to be reminiscent of something Roman.”
Here’s this place today in 2015:
And now let’s learn about how things were back in aught-six, via the San Francisco Chronicle:
IIRC, this series was the talk of the town. Even back then, it was unusual for a newspaper to devote so many resources on one basic story.
And the story itself was single-sourced for the most part – it seemed as if the Chron simply assumed that everything the subject said about the journey from There to Here was true. Oh well.
Anyway, right from the get-go, the Chron started pulling back a bit, getting rid of photos what were “too sexy,” or something, IIRC.
And then came the blowback, hoo boy. This forgotten webpage has the deets:
“Instead of educating Chronicle readers about the cultural background of South Korea, the world’s 10th largest economy, the “Diary” series dwells at length, and with questionable purpose, on the titillating details of one individual’s forced sex acts and non-typical family history. The Chronicle series includes many cultural inaccuracies and paints a distorted picture of Busan, South Korea’s second-largest city. Busan is an international coastal resort known for its open-air seafood — not sex — markets, and as host of the annual International Film Festival, the largest such event in Asia.”
Oh, scratch that, oh here it is, the Great Concessions:
Among the promises won, the San Francisco Chronicle (owned by the New York-based Hearst Corporation) pledged “in principle” not to syndicate the series, to provide the community more “constructive coverage” and access to the paper, and to continue a dialogue with the community to improve development of stories and their sources. Kim herself remained cautious, however: “We need to maintain a vigilant posture to ensure that there is, in fact, meaningful follow-through based on our initial meeting.” “[The syndication] was of utmost concern to our community members, as we feel the culturally damaging impact would be magnified,” emphasized Kim. ”We had also pointed out to the Chronicle’s management that based on the underlying facts of this case, there is a clear legal case to be made for racial bias,” said Kim.
Now, I may be just a simple hyperchicken, but I don’t think you can sue the Chron in a “legal case” for “racial bias” just because you don’t like one of its stories. Or if you do, you’ll get hit with an anti-SLAPP motion what will suspend your discovery process cold, and then make you wish you never ever sued the Chronicle, like the hardest work for the Chron’s attorneys would be proving up the $50,000 in attorney’s fees that you’ll end up paying to the Chron for bringing your nonsensical suit, for “racial bias.”
Or something like that.
Anyway, that’s what I think about whenever I pass by the Twitterloin’s Villa “Aroma,” where something smells, even today…
Here’s an interesting contrast. The local is jaywalking on the far side of the intersection, and he’s made it most of the way across, and plus he’s running.
Compare that with the Airbnb-type tourists, who, in this case, were on the near side of the intersection, and had not made it most of the way across when their light turned red and, of course, were not running: