Hanging out at the 19th Hole, Clement Street:
Rather striking, non, on a dreaded sunny day?
“Now, a scathing expose in Forbes by Katia Savchuk is highlighting the plight of AAU’s grads. In her article, Ms. Savchuk describes the 86-year-old for-profit institution as little more than a masterful scam, which sinks prospective arts students into debt and leaves them with few job options and little career guidance. And with federal loans paying lots of the bills, the school’s founders aren’t too concerned about graduates’ ability to pay back their hulking loans.”
As seen in GGP, rather far afield from any Academy of Art locations I’m aware of:
(As opposed to Country Knights?)
Bonus: What would you call the cheerleaders? ANSWER: The KnightinGals? That’s one possibility.
Americans will play soccer, particularly when we’re young,* but we don’t want to watch, ’cause we think it’s boring. Sorry, World.
Now the reason we think watching televised soccer is boring is partly due to this game right here, from 1999, a BFD, with President Bill Clinton showing up. But regulation and overtime play was a “tepid affair,” non? It ended in a 0-0 tie. And then the game was won on penalty kicks. Start watching at 9:00.
Boy, that was a nice high-def vid I gave you, huh? Anyway, did you notice this?
This is how the U.S. won the game. If the Chinese shooter chooses to go to the right, as she did, then there was a futbol’s chance in Hell the ball could go into the net.
Oh, so the FIFA refs didn’t call it, so it’s all right? Well, what if the goalie kept on charging and kicked the ball before the shooter had a chance to and the refs didn’t call that either? There comes a point where you simply go too far trying to attain your “goal,” or non-goal in this case.
Anyway, I’m not taking away your victory, USWT99, I’m a just putting a big, fat asterisk in the record book.
Let’s hope USWT15 cheats less today, 16 years later.
*In my part of SF, the Western Addition, you can start you kid on soccer at an RPD park at 18 months old, for like $50 a session.
Of course there are legal ways to your drink on in GGP, but RPD views them as “profit centers,” so usually it’s only corporations what can afford them. And sometimes, even then, it’s just not worth it.
On It Goes…
“If you plan to host an event here, be prepared for it to be a complete pain in the ass. Better yet, don’t host an event here.
The Parks and Rec department clearly doesn’t care about their customers. I planned a company picnic recently and continued to have issues with the permits people.
I reached out to them in February for an event in October. It took months for them to get back to me to start the process. It took even longer for them to understand how simple my event was. They wanted to charge me $18,000 (what they charge for Outsidelands) for a simple, 300 person max event. Completely ridiculous. Then, three weeks before the event (when I still didn’t have the permit!) they sent me a list of items I needed to send them before I could have my permit. The list was not things that are easy to get. They also take forever to return calls or emails (at least a week.)
The whole proces was a complete nightmare. I’d look elsewhere to hold any event. Even getting a picnic permit for a table is expensive and not worth your trouble.
Here it is, this mothership is fully operational – the open house was last month.
The marquee, oddly, used to sing the praises of Supervisor Mark Farrell, until recently:
Read all about it from this bit in the San Francisco Chronicle. Noteworthy:
“He hit a bit of a rough patch while in college. On a visit home for the holidays in 2007, he got embroiled in the infamous “Baker’s Dozen” incident, in which a group of visiting Yale students got into a fight with some hometown boys at a New Year’s party. Though he was a latecomer to the fisticuffs, Aicardi was named in a civil suit seeking damages, along with his brother Richard. In the end, no charges were filed against him and the matter was settled privately...”
In other words, settled privately for big bucks. I’ll just add that the straight-shooting Matier and Ross team had a different take on the “I’m 20 deep and my boys are coming” incident, where jelly and beer were mixed in a quite unappealing fashion. If somebody wanted to say, well, I’ve made a public apology and I’m struggling to move on, ala Sheriff Ross Mirkarimi, well, it’s never too late to do something like that, whether you claim you’re barred from doing so or not. Moving on…
I used to turn the lights on at an old Landmark theatre and the all the fuse panels looked a little like this – I’ll tell you, the monthly electricity bill was through the roof, it was a major expense. I’m sure it was similar at the Bridge. Like, even if somebody gave the building to you for free, would it be worth the time and money to operate it as a theatre? I don’t think it was.
So maybe this academy will make money or maybe it’s more a labor of love. We’ll see.
An “experience beyond ownership,” whatever that meant.
Now here’s another on 19th Avenue, just recently:
So what, your wife spends $1000-something bucks to have two bros deliver a Lambo to your office on a Friday afternoon and then you’ll be a big macher for the weekend?
I’ll tell you, this business makes no sense in Frisco.
Florida plates, BTW.
Or should I say, Florida plate, as this gold exoticar doesn’t have a front license plate, which is a no-no in The Golden State.
And of course, you’ve got less than three weeks after moving to California to deal with the California DMV, but I’ll tell you, most Lambos you see in SF aren’t properly registered with CA DMV.
Anyway, this car reminded of Dennis Rodman’s old ride, one that’s being used as a daily driver by a CCSF student.
Stay gold, Lambo owner. Bienvenidos a 415 / 628 / 650!