Here’s a good dozen what sat in the lobby for twelve long hours.
Guess what? Nobody took even a one.
So these books got hauled off to the big blue bin when I got home last night. Good times.
And best of all, those The Real Yellow Pages / AT&T / YP books are surprisingly small these days, so you can carry them all in just one trip, you know, before they get all soggy:
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Uh, AT&T, what’s the point of this exercise?
Nobody in San Francisco wants your Yellow Pages.
I know you think that we do, but we don’t.
Does Verizon do this? No
Does Sprint do this? No
Does T-Mobile do this? No
So why do you do it?
I know that you can do it, you know, legally, but I don’t know why you do it.
If you want to get credit for giving minimum wage union members money, why not just give them money and be done with it?
Anyway, if I see any stack of your phonebooks anywhere about town anywhere near a big blue recycling bin or an AT&T store, they’re all going to get together tout de suite.
Here are the former bocce ball courts near the Ferry Building as of November 13th, one day before OccupyOAK got cleaned out by cops for the second time.
Well, maybe not a tree, but how about a big old branch of a eucalyptus [See Comments] cypress(?) tree what’s stood in the Golden Gate Park for a century or so?
The branch comes down and hits this van, straight outta Indiana. So out pop two hippies, who just happened to be inside smoking weed.
The clear-headed one is all, “We gotta get out of here, man,” but the other one just couldn’t understand the urgency, he didn’t appreciate the danger.
See?
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So they worked together to move the branch as much as they could and then sped away with a quickness. The SFPD showed up five minutes later to fix things so that the branch no longer blocked a lane of Fell during the evening drive.
(Later on, another nondescript white van took over the same space, which, as you can see, is just behind yet another nondescript white van. It’s like people from all over the country just decide to Go West, and then they end up in the 415…)
Actually, something in the Golden Gate Park Panhandle is probably falling next to some pot-smoking hippie pretty much all the time.
So let’s be careful out there.
And now, let’s remember the time when Gaia struck back at a forester, a Subaru Forester:
Ben Davis-wearing members of Laborer’s local 261 + giant Swedish buzz saws = problem quickly solved.
Excepting for Caroline’s Subie, that is.
The City crew failed to leave a note, but I think the driver will figure things out for herself after seeing the flat tires and all the sawdust.
Now, last year, back in 2010, the rides were free, so people were lining up at 3:00 AM. But this year, the cost will be $29, so that will certainly cut down on the riff-raff, and therefore surely shorten the queue.
(And oh, our friends from up in the Great White North just told me that they will be highly disappointed if Edwin Lee, San Francisco’s once (and future?) Mayor chickens out, if he blows off his obligation. Other Mayors have done it and it all worked out fine. See below for one example…)
Hours: Open daily (7 days a week!) from 11:00 a.m. – 7:00 p.m.*
Price: $29 (all ages)
Age: 6 years+
Weight: 65lbs – 275lbs
First come, first serve
All guests are required to sign an Assumption of Risks and Release of Liability Agreement (coming soon) before zipping. Under 19 requires signature by a parent or guardian.
The ziplines are gravity fed, so guests do not have to worry about controlling their own speed. Guides are stationed at each tower to connect (launch platform) and disconnect (landing platform) each and every guest. Age restrictions apply and guests must weigh more than 65 pounds and no more than a maximum of 275 pounds.
When: Summer 2011 11:00 a.m. – 7:00 p.m. *
Where: Justin Herman Plaza at Embarcadero Square, San Francisco, California
* times may vary on certain days”
Will you have the guts to climb a temporary tower (80 feet tall!) just like this one from 2010 to earn the right to tell your friends you rode the Justin Herman Plaza Zip Line?
But first, you’ll need to wait in line next to the abysmal Vaillancourt Fountain, sign a waiver, and get harnessed up.
Le mise-en-scene.
You’ll ascend the 80 foot tower and encounter a friendly Canadian guide at the top. If you need a pep talk, you’ll get one:
You’ll soon be steadying your nerves by glancing at your jump buddy…
…and then you’ll be off, into the wild bleu.
Sisters doing it for themselves:
Can you see the nervous giggles? There’s your team bonding right there.
And this is what it felt like last year. Everything zooms by with a quickness, and there’s a loud buzzing above your noggin. Some people go upside-down even.
And they’ll totally let you bring a camera to make your own YouTube:
You owe it to yourself to try.
Don’t dissappoint lovely Ashleigh. She brought her Olympic Gold all the way down here last year just so you’d consider Vancouver as the starting point for your next vacation:
“DIRECT FROM BROADWAY
RAIN, the internationally-acclaimed Beatles concert, returns by popular demand! “As “the next best thing to seeing The Beatles!” (Associated Press), RAIN performs the full range of The Beatles’ discography live onstage, including the most complex and challenging songs that The Beatles themselves recorded in the studio but never performed for an audience. Together longer than The Beatles, RAIN has mastered every song, gesture and nuance of the legendary foursome, delivering a totally live, note-for-note performance that’s as infectious as it is transporting. From the early hits to later classics (I Want To Hold Your Hand, Hard Day’s Night, Sgt. Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band, Let It Be, Come Together, Hey Jude and more), this adoring tribute will take you back to a time when all you needed was love, and a little help from your friends!”
London calling to the faraway towns Now war is declared, and battle come down London calling to the underworld Come out of the cupboard, you boys and girls London calling, now don’t look to us Phoney Beatlemania has bitten the dust London calling, see we ain’t got no swing ‘Cept for the ring of that truncheon thing