Posts Tagged ‘robinson’

Hands Across the Sand / Slash Oil a Huge Success at Dreary Ocean Beach

Saturday, June 26th, 2010

This is what Hands Across the Sand looked like today over at less-foggy-than-expected Ocean Beach way out there in western San Francisco.

“Ocean Beach, San Francisco, CA – Ocean Beach across from the Beach Chalet, 1000 Great Highway Joining hands at noon. The Ocean beach event includes spelling out a large “Don’t Drill” using people to make the letters. It will photographed from the air. Be there by 10:30 for that.”

Yes, that’s media hound Frank Chu in there:

via DeniseNelson10, click to expand

We’ll just have to wait to see the photos from the air. (Did they use a petroleum-burning twirlypopper to take the photo, or maybe they used a kite? We’ll have to wait and see…)

[UPDATE: They used a twirlypopper, a Robinson actually, which is kind of a helicopter. A Republican one, ironically, from the Frank D. Robinson Helicopter company. Let's see here, Robinson's delivered something like 900 choppers so far and they've only had 262+(!) fatal accidents, per the Wiki. Wow. Also, it would be nice if this R44 model had inflatable floats for over-water operations, but oh well. A kite, and a DSLR (plus a surfboard, if necessary) also could have worked, by the way. I know it would have been less exciting...]

Scharffen Berger Chocolate: The Soul is For Hire, and They’ve Sold the Heart

Wednesday, January 28th, 2009

Scharffen Berger Chocolate Maker, R.I.P. But at least the Milton S. Hershey Company employees in Berkeley will get a “very competitive” severance package. (Isn’t the first thing you should ask at a job interview – how competitive is your severance package?)

Anyway, the free factory tour will always be remembered by yuppie foodies across the Bay Area. Take the virtual tour, while you can.

Fallen, fallen is Scharffen Berger the great, she who has made all the nations drink of the wine of the passion of her immorality. Yea, it is broken, howl ye for it, take balm for her pain, if so be it may be healed. Click ye to expand:

This place is the bomb, a brick house built extra tough for the hazards of munitions manufacturing, its original purpose. See? A factory tour, head gear required:

If only they had had a marketing campaign with more fling and frivolity, like the way they do it over at Mars, Incorporated.

Also, Joseph Schmidt Confections, R.I.P.