Or slightly bigger jets, these days, mostly.
As seen from the Marina Green, back in aught-13:
Naval Air Station Lemoore, 93246
As seen a few days back – that square, that’s your elevator car. Haven’t seen it in a while:
And here’s the close-up color version, from all the way back in 2004:
(I remember thinking how the workers in the basket should have appeared clearer in this photo. I guess I was super-far away, oh well.)
In closing, take that, Great Pyramid. Pwned:
Or are these platform heels? (One supposes that’s a subcategory of high heel, but one doesn’t know for sure)
- The #1 occupation for those with a foot fetish is … shoe salesman, just saying.
- I talked with a shoe salesman in Union Square one time. He side his “primary job” as a salesperson was to determine if the customer wanted to buy some new kicks TODAY. “Women will go shoe shopping to kill time, while waiting for a bus.” OTOH, if you told him that you were a serious shopper, he’d “have all the time in the world for you.” That’s life on commish, I s’pose.
Sing along: Barracuda.
I think this is it – this is the best license plate / car combo I’ve ever seen:
Know your Plymouth ‘Cudas.
Ooooh, street cred, sort of:
“In 2009, it was named the 34th best hard rock song of all time by VH1.”
“Ann Wilson revealed in interviews that the song was about Heart’s anger towards Mushroom Records’ attempted publicity stunt involving her and her sister Nancy Wilson in a made-up incestuous affair. The song particularly focuses on Ann’s rage towards a man who came up to her after a concert asking how her “lover” was. She initially thought he was talking about her boyfriend, band manager Michael Fisher. After he revealed he was talking about her sister Nancy, Ann became angry and went back to her hotel room to write the original lyrics of the song.”
And if the real thing don’t do the trick
You better make up something quick
You gonna burn, burn, burn, burn, burn to the wick
To review, corporate shuttles aren’t allowed to “stage” (hang out, idle around, wait for the next run to start) in MUNI bus stops. Here is staging in action, just yesterday:
Arguably, the whole SFMTA Commuter Bus Pilot Program does not comply with CA state law. Arguably.
Having said that, this Facebook vehicle isn’t in compliance – disallowed staging and no green SFMTA Pilot sign front and rear.
And what’s this, homemade-appearing Florida license plates – looks legit!
Of course it’s good for drivers to take a break to walk around sometimes, but there’s no official place for these buses to do so.
Astonishingly, FB drove these drivers into becoming fully-unionized Teamsters. I understand the distance that Zuck wants to keep from liability – from accidents and the sometimes-crazy actions of workers, but man, there’s been a signif. cost to its corporate image. Couldn’t FB have said it wants the lowest bidder but that the drivers must be paid like $50 an hour? IDK.
Oh, really this is a Loop Transit bus? Well no, it’s a Facebook bus, you know, IRL
On It Goes…
So that’s 100% white guys. (Of “course,” our n=3 here, but even so. I mean, the people who take advantage of this golfing subsidy skew white, male, older, wealthier, right? I mean, am I wrong here? Disabuse me, Gentle Reader, if necessary.)
These are the only people I’ve ever seen at the white elephant known as Sharp Park, which, oddly, is operated by San Francisco even though it’s not even located in San Francisco.
So, why would Interim Mayor Ed Lee go against the Board of Supervisors, who wanted to sell off / give away / otherwise rid ourselves of this light-skinned loxodontine from Way Down In Pacifica? Well, middle-class welfare tends to be hard to eliminate.
And then there’s this constituency:
“City management of the golf course is handicapped by a sclerotic labor contract that has some employees earning six-figure salaries* for work that pays less than half of that on most golf courses.”
Oh well. I suppose our southernmost “run-down” golf course will continue to make us a national laughingstock.
And who’s going to pay for the $20-$30 million* worth of deferred work what this ball-and-chain needs?
I don’t know.
*Practically everything in Frisco is “sustainable” these these days. But what about Sharp Park? And then there’s this, from our drought-addled Year of the Lord 2015:
Dan Noyes: “How do you respond to this not being fixed for four years?”
Gavin Newsom’s Jogging Buddy / Political Booster / Lawyer: “Well, that’s probably not exactly accurate. There are a series of leaks in the system and we manage them as best we can.”
50,000 gallons? That’s a Cosco Busan bunker oil spill-worth of water daily. Oh well.
First, it was all like this:
Get all the deets here.
You see I’m six-foot-one and a ton of fun, so things were a bit wobbly on the staircase going up, back in the day. Empty beer cans are what you’d find up there.
But now the Presidio isn’t a military base – there’s no need to have an observation tower for training recruits anymore.
Radio communications, that’s the present need on this ridge, and it’s The Future as well.
Here’s how things look these days:
This scene makes me think of the Old Days.
A Man In His Forties