This portion of my blog may seem a little off but don’t be alarmed. In true SF fashion I’m trying something new for this post – hosting a blog carnival. What wild, cotton candy-free nonsense is this, you may ask? Briefly, I started my own carnival entitled Eight Years From Now. The idea was for bloggers to create a post true to the style and theme of their blog but set eight years in the future. I even participated and threw my blog in the Tilt-O-Whirl of excellent posts. Here are some of the other bloggers that joined the ride.
A prediction tells Jenna that a DVR update will seem more like a downgrade in Introducing the DVR Voice. On the bright side, newfound wealth and the return of The Wire.
Mr. Bautista hopes that a future shoe draws inspiration from a movie series from the past that took place in the past and future and showed futuristic and old school kicks. Confused? Take a look at Eight years from now… Maybe Kobe isn’t so far behind?
In Technology Moves Quick, Clark takes his record store reviews to another galaxy. Read how they do music transactions on Gorgonzoid and start saving your ENA.
Paul foresees some pleasant surprises in New TV Review (2016). Included are the revival of two series cancelled way too soon and his own work making a splash in the television pool.
Bonnie's entry, Eight Years From Now, predicts everything from upgrades in the environment and politics to the outcome of George W. Bush and Brangelina. This is, of course, provided we make it past 2012.
Hope you enjoyed these soothsayers. If not, then a question for you: Do you think the California Academy of Sciences will still be crowded in 2016?
Greetings, ‘Sconians! It’s been a little over a month since I was officially declared City by you fine people. It was a hard fought battle, but I think my public criticism of L.A. finally put me over the edge. In addition to dropping negs on those fakes down south, I’m throwing down some “you’re so dumbbells” on our current mayor.
Sorry, Grasshopper Alec Kaplan, I wouldn’t be very 415 if I didn’t have something political to gripe about. His recent actions have made it quite a challenge for me, especially in the workplace. The homeless lady and her cats occupying the office next door aren’t doing a very good job of cleaning up after themselves – smells are starting to creep.
Ever since he got his medallion and purple cab back, Grasshopper has been on a tear. In addition to legalizing marijuana, painting the walls in the basement of City Hall pink, and providing more jobs to beady-eyed nervous people that can’t sit still, our mayor has even pissed off the sex workers. His new initiative of Free Love 2.0 has made it so that the world’s oldest occupation isn’t profitable.
It’s no secret that San Francisco is one of the artistic centers on planet Earth. The lovely mishmash of cultures and ideas make it so that almost anyone can find something visually stimulating. With this in mind, I decided to add another notch in my City belt by checking out some of the finest murals SF has to offer. Why? Because every San Franciscan should have a love – or at least respect – for art.
Now you can go your own way based on the whispers of locals and articles you’ve read in the Chronicle – totally legit. I, on the other hand, took advantage of one of KQED’s art tour guides. Spark – a fantastic show that I may or may not be affiliated with – did their latest jaunt on a walking tour of murals. I feel so cultured (and City) when viewing PBS!
The adventure took me from North Beach to the Mission and even though I did restrain myself from going burrito bonkers, there were plenty of highlights. Including, but not limited to: - starting off at Coit Tower with a beautiful view - criminals captured in art - pleasant surprise behind the Safeway on Church and Market - predictions of the future - vegetarian cheesesteak at Jay’s - alleys! (Balmy and Clarion)
I don’t want to get into too many details. “Save some City for me!” you may yell. So put on your walking shoes, grab the Fast Pass, and see how many Sirron Norris pieces you can find.
[Note: My affiliation? I took those walking tour pics]
San Francisco is quite the city. I must admit to having a crush on this metropolis – what with its attractive qualities and all. In honor of the previous holiday, here’s a list of what I’m thankful for in the 415 Some of these I have mentioned in previous posts and the rest will surely make a cameo in future bloggings (perhaps eight years from now?). - Muni - Indian summers - bison - Indian buffets - parks - burritos - Amoeba - diversity - Victorian houses - murals - songs about San Francisco - vegetarian-friendly - KQED - Full House house - fog - local musicians - new media - San Francisco-based blogs - parrots - walking tours - history - technology - friendly people - wackiness - multiple music venues - support of the Internet
As a San Francisco resident, I’ve picked up all kinds of fun facts: the city is built on 43 hills; Coit Tower is the result of a New Deal program; the first electronic television was invented on Green St. by Philo Farnsworth; street cleaning on my block is from 7 a.m. – 8 a.m. on Tuesdays.
It’s even better when my out-of-town friends visit and I get to march them around to areas they haven’t heard of. The aspiring docent in me beams at the chance to regurgitate the tidbits I had read three hours before their arrival. No Fisherman’s Wharf. No downtown shopping areas. Imagine how city I feel when taking them to Clarion Alley, a fortune cookie factory, or the Grateful Dead house (or maybe seeing the people outside the Grateful Dead house is a bigger draw).
Whatever the case, my tours tend to include a little spiel about the crookedest street in S.F. – Vermont! Oh, are you not from around here? While Lombard has the benefit of the red bricks (compared to Vermont’s drab, concrete pavement) and being in a nice area convenient for tourists, the strip of Vermont between 20th and 22nd has the advantage of science. A Travel Channel show determined the sinuosity of Vermont is 1.56 compared to Lombard’s 1.2. Chew on that, Russian Hill. So drop another quarter into your City jar, grab your son’s big wheel, and enjoy the crooked fun. When you’re done, you might as well grip on a burrito – since you’re in the area and all.
[Note: I still took my friends to the Full Househouse].
As a young student living in the 415, I know how valuable and limited space can be. Since I’m not some well-off socialite, I’ve learned to share. This includes a bedroom, silverware, hopes, fears, and toothpaste – although, some might consider that one snatching. I think that feeling cramped is a necessary part to any San Francisco experience. Please hop on a crowded MUNI bus, visit Fisherman’s Wharf, or eat at one of the city’s many Indian buffets if you want to feel slightly uncomfortable.
In any case, I know that my privacy can be somewhat limited. My roommates have the opportunity to overhear my phone conversations, see what I’m writing for a homework assignment, or listen to what music I’m playing. Not such a terrible thing, right? That is until I reveal my hatreds toward them—unknowingly—while on the phone, leave my credit card out amongst my HW paraphernalia, or play sounds that aren’t music at all and can really lower their opinion of me. It’s hard out there for a San Franciscan.
Should I be worried? I guess I should be if I did something to warrant their vengeance. Like eating all their tofu, maybe? There’s just as big a risk by being online. If some clever, tech-savvy person wanted to, they could probably compile a background sheet on me based on what I’ve revealed online.
There’s MySpace, Facebook, and even this blog—all of which can reveal something about me. I’ve been pretty good about limiting what info about me is out there. No address, no phone number, and no e-mail on any of those social networking sites. No birth year either (I do enjoy those birthday messages, though).
People should just be careful about what they plaster on the web and consider that their information could be swirling around forever. Protect yourself. Watch those inappropriate photos. Don’t post your apartment number. San Francisco is all about sharing but be wary of those that go overboard and snatch.
This portion of my blog may seem a little off but don’t be alarmed. In true SF fashion I’m trying something new for this post – hosting a blog carnival. What wild, cotton candy-free nonsense is this, you may ask? Briefly, I started my own carnival entitled Eight Years From Now. The idea was for bloggers to create a post true to the style and theme of their blog but set eight years in the future. I even participated and threw my blog in the Tilt-O-Whirl of excellent posts. Here are some of the other bloggers that joined the ride.
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