As seen (guess where!) at the intersection of Fell and Ashbury:
$31 T-shirts will never be the same.
What’s next – Claybury, Colbury, Shrabury, or Stanbury? Or perhaps Fellton, Fellon, Fellder, or Fellyan?
We Can Only Hope.
Oh dahling, you simply MUST flee your humid, steaming walk-up in the Mission – come to the West and spend the summer months with me at my Estate, CLAYTONIA:
But now it’s back to regular old Broadway.
I don’t know if this change was made by hand down in Mtn View – I suspect it was – or if the recent changes to Map Makr did the trick.
I’m thinking the GMaps ppl agree with me on this one.
Perhaps somebody thought our history of being a possession of Spain or a part of Mexico should be reflected in all street names, IDK. (Here’s a little history on Spanishtown and Dagoville (the Sunset and the Richmond together, basically.))
On It Goes…
Here it is:
Making things easier for tourists/foreigners/newcomers would be just one good reason for Google to stop doing stuff like this…
[UPDATE: Hoo boy, I’ve just discovered the red circles on the sides of these vans are to honor those “who helped make paratransit possible” – see Comments. My bad. But seriously, I thought regular drivers had their names stamped on the side to give them more pride in work, to encourage them to drive and park more safely. (Of course, I still think that’s a good idea, even if the drivers wouldn’t like it…)]
Well, this kind of thing should be mandatory for Toyota Prius drivers:
And Interim Mayor Ed Lee’s Chevy Volt should have this too, the better to spot when it’s double parked.
If I were a driver, I’d ask for a radio call sign like Maverick, Goose, or Jester…
You know, back in the aughts, I was thinking that De Avila Elementary / Dudley Stone School was going to keep its name after it reopened to become a Chinese-language immersion school. But no, the name of this place, if you had to say it in just three words, is “CHINESE IMMERSION SCHOOL.”
It looks like a private school, non?
Now mostly, they prefer to teach Cantonese, as opposed to Mandarin.
The answer to WHY’S THAT has to do with local politics.
OTOH, if you want to get all nuanced, then:
I can think of a few other reasons, but anyway…
So there’s your branding, and now I know why nobody understands when I mention the de Avila school…
Well, here it is, from the Bing Maps:
(IDK, this is less offensive than “Uptown Tenderloin,” one supposes, you know, coming from San Francisco’s non-profit profiteers.)
French Quarter sounds a bit, grandiose?
Here’s the cure, as usual, from wilds of the Internet:
“Ha. No one here knows by that name. There’s not a distinct boundary for the collection of French-serving restaurants and businesses near the French Consulate, the church and school of Notre Dame des Victoires on Bush Street. But apparently it’s been dubbed by some hotel marketing person as the “French Quarter.” Belden Alley and Claude Alley intersect with Bush Street, and each have some French cafes. On Bush/Grant Ave. is the Cafe de la Presse — a coffee house with French and international newspapers, and restaurant. There’s Cafe Claude on Claude and some other bistros. Plouf! is an excellent mussel house on Belden…”
All right, keep on Binging, Microsoft.
Hey, is this new, this OPINION header for Shadow Mayor / professional SFGov lobbyist / San Francisco Chronicle columnist Willie Brown, you know, for his columns? IDK.
Anyway, check it:
“What a mess. The public and the press love to slam Gov. Jerry Brown and me for holding up the building of the new span, but in hindsight, maybe we should have held it up even longer.
“On the subject of the bridge: I was at the ceremony Thursday night commemorating the light show on the western side going dark for repairs. Speaker after speaker got up and praised the lights, praised the generous folk who made them possible, praised the generous folk whose money will bring them back next year — and not a single person referred to the span by its proper name: the Willie L. Brown Jr. Bridge.
“I was crushed.”
1. Somebody held a ceremony to turn off some decorative lighting project on part of a historic public works fiasco? OK fine!
2. And is Willie serious here? The proper name of course is the Western Span of the San Francisco Oakland Bay Bridge, right?
3. And I think the NAACP got things wrong here, because it’s properly called a span and not a bridge. So even though the new bore of the Caldecott Tunnel is a tunnel itself, ’cause it certainly meets the definition of a tunnel, we call that bore a bore. That’s why we would call the so-called Willie Brown Bridge the Willie Brown Span, except…
4. Except nobody that calls it Willie Brown anything IRL. We call it the western span, to distinguish it from the eastern span. I mean, what does he want, does he want the Cosco Busan to come back and hit the delta tower of the western span and spill 50,000 gallons of bunker fuel again so that headlines will read “Container Ship Strikes Willie L. Brown, Jr. Bridge?”
5. Speaking of which, that expensive tower on the eastern span is merely decorative, meaning that it wasn’t necessary, right? We don’t need big ships going under the eastern span, right? Meaning that we should have gone the cheap and easy route of retrofitting what was already there or gone with the cheaper, easier “freeway-on-stilts” option. Willie now seems to be trying to blame his massive bridge failure on others. Moving on…
6. To this! Here’s Willie’s sandwich board from when he was shilling for renaming the entire length of Third Street to honor … the honorable Willie Brown, natch:
7. And then there was the time back in the 1990’s when Willie had a push to rename SFO, the whole thing, not just a terminal, after, wait for it, Willie Brown, of course! No no, not Harvey Milk, me, Willie Brown!
So I don’t get this bit about The Avenues, this little ditty that’s all about informing supposed “misinformed newcomers,” ’cause it’s coming from the greatest Misinformed San Francisco Newcomer of all: Gannett Co. Inc’s The Bold Italic, a blog about the SF Bay Area and, oddly, Los Angeles too, a little bit.
I’ll tell you, I know all about the Richmond and Sunset Districts. I’ve actually lived out there, believe it or not, during part of my quarter-century in the City and County (but mostly the City) of SF. And, I’ll tell you, these quite similar areas have their good points, but also they have their bad points.
And one, just one, of these bad points is the Avenues are cut off from the rest of the city, owing to geography. And this fact isn’t helped by our famously-horrible transit system (which might at some point get better, like a BART subway to La Playa or something) but also our poorly-designed network of roads (which is congested already, by design, and is only going to get slower, by design). Things are so bad out there that bike riders are tempted use streetcar-only tunnels to get back to the City Proper.
And then there’s the fog issue, which isn’t going away no matter what. Some people living out there claim it doesn’t really exist. But it does, I knows it.
And then there’s the concomitant ironic naming issue. Let’s start with The SUNset District. Cover your eyes, avert your gaze, West Bay residents:
“If you start at the Bay Bridge and head west along most major streets in San Francisco, you’ll eventually get to a magical land of misery known as the Sunset. The name is a joke, and perhaps even a way to trick tourists: The sun rarely visits the Sunset, not even when it sets. The primary weather element in the Sunset is fog—thick, endless, depressive clouds of it that wash up from the ocean to completely saturate the land. I lived in the Sunset for a single, terrible year. Before I moved there, I used to be one of those snobby city-dwellers who’d look down on suburbanites who couldn’t handle San Francisco’s famously capricious climate. I’d heard the Sunset’s weather wasn’t great, but hey, how bad could it be?
“It was bad. Too bad for me; after our lease was up, my wife and I moved to the suburbs. Looking back, what bothered me most wasn’t the terrible climate—though I did hate it—but the vast difference between the Sunset’s weather and the weather everywhere else. Whatever meteorological patterns applied in normal parts of San Francisco didn’t seem to apply to the Sunset, which meant that forecasts for the city held no sway there. If the weatherman said it was going to be 80 and sunny, it was probably 55 and cloudy at my house.“
And now, let’s move on to The Richmond District:
“Did the sand dunes in the northwest corner of the city look like Richmond, Australia? One story for the naming of the district is that early settler George Turner Marsh thought so, and named the area around his home such. (Other sources credit a neighborhood booster named George Fletcher for suggesting the name.)”
I’ll tell you, the average daytime temperature in Richmond, Victoria [not the other Richmond in NSW, which is prolly even hotter], Australia these days is 84 degrees freaking Fahrenheit – isn’t it ironic, dontcha think?
So, transportation and climate are just two reasons why rents are lower Out There in The Outer Lands, in the Great Sand Waste, you know, in comparison with the City Proper.
I could go on and on, and, as a matter of fact, I have, and it pisses some people off. Sorry. I just don’t understand why certain people are so defensive about where they live.
So enjoy your pride, Avenues People…
…but please don’t mislead those “misinformed newcomers,” as you call them.
Especially if you yourself is a well-financed but struggling start-up blog hailing from a Fortune 500 company out of Northern Virginia…
The Yelpers don’t know what to make of this place.
As seen in the Western Addition:
Wiki notes that the term “Third World” is “less preferred” these days…
Learning to match the beat of the Old World Man
Learning to catch the heat of the Third World Man
Trying to save the day for the Old World Man
Trying to pave the way for the Third World Man