This is Haight near Masonic roundabout 12:30 AM this AM.
Street kids will sit around on the sidewalk until the SFPD comes by, and then everybody will all stand up all at once.
And then the cops will leave and then everybody will sit down again.
This is the new sit-lie law in action:
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All right, let’s see here.
Hint #1 is the way your ride is sitting on its haunches like a dog, like you removed the engine and put it in the trunk. Like you and your bud have flopped down the back seats to turn your Subie into a rolling motel, right near Haight- Ashbury.
Hint #2 is the way your ride, unlike the others on the block, is all fogged up inside because you refuse to crack your windows a bit because you don’t want people coming into your car at night to get at you or your collection of contraband / stolen goods / lifestyle accessories what’s also tucked away in the back of your red Subie.
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Now the cops of the Haight might not mess with you or anything, you know, ’cause they have bigger fish to fry, but they knows what you’re up to.
They knows.
Now this isn’t a steam grate per se, but when temps are in the high 30′s, the way they’ve been lately some mornings, you can actually see water vapor coming up from the sidewalk. That shows where the warm spots are.
And then if the commuters are quiet enough, you can sleep all morning:
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In many parts of the world, people have a place to live but they can’t afford a laptop PC or a car.
In San Francisco, things are a bit different:
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For various reasons. (Can you list them?)
All the condensate on the windows – that’s how the SFPD knows you’re sleeping in your car. The cops don’t really care though.
(Your laptop keeps you in the loop and lets you look for work, of course.)
Anyway, this scene is a sign of the times, 2010s-style.
Were you “jolted awake by a blinding white fireball that engulfed” your building this morning around 8:36 AM, Saturday 12, 2009? If so, you were not alone. And if you miss that kind of stuff, as world-famous Xeni Jardin does, then you’re not alone, again!
It sounded like an airplane crashing into the Fillmore Center, if you happened to be at the intersection of Geary and Divisidero as I happened to be. Was it a groundstrike into Hayes Valley or the Western Addition or (or the NoPA, oh no, not the NoPA!) or Pacific Heights?
Of course the Pigs Giraffes & Elephants at our local PG&E power monopoly were dealing with power outages earlier this morning, but some additional service was lost by this big strike. (“Saint Francis Woods,” like there’s more than one? Where do these writers live, freaking Walnut Creek?) Utility workers should focus their attention on soggy Golden Gate Park to make sure that Alanis Morrissette can put on her show this afternoon at Power to the Peaceful.
Did a transformer get hit? We’ll find out soon enough. Power at Post and Webster was out this morning just after the Big Boom of 9-12-9, so the strike couldn’t have been too far away.
Courage people, courage.
[UPDATE: Jay Barmann at SFist has the scoop. Here's the clap of thunder (craaaaaack!) and here's the result via PDX503. That's one less Audi, Chariot of the Yuppie, on the Streets of San Francisco.]
If only Megan Fox were here, to fix our transformer.
Oh, here she is, fixing the transformer of a 1976 Camaro in the movie Transformers:
Or maybe PG&E, perhaps they could help….
It was Miller Time at the scene of yesterday’s lightening strike after workers towed away the cars and patched things back up. Actually, strike that, the bolt darkened the ground so let’s call it a darkening strike.
For all you do, this Miller Time is for you.
