A Formal Apology
Everyone owes me one for not emailing me about the two (two!) glaring mistakes in that last post. But guess I’ll let it slip, if it was that kind of morning.
Even in the early 20th century, nothing but lackluster.
Who am I to say, but you sure you don’t want to go for that old trope? “When 100 years old you reach, look as good you will not, hmm?”
SFFMIA: San Franciscans for Media Image Accuracy
Inspired by Newt Gingrich’s comments that San Franciscans operate in a manner unbound by the laws of the real, I proposed yesterday (in the exacting forum of Twitter) that nothing could be further from the truth. While its maverick history is much heralded, present day San Francisco is a haven for the banal; to those who disagree with me, you’re invited to lunch at the MacDonald’s on Van Ness.
And having so proposed that someone should do something, I deliver a campaign for a new San Francisco and an end to media inaccuracies.
To the GOP I say GOOD DAY and welcome to the reality that is San Francisco.
It’s almost always 55 degrees here, and to be honest, we couldn’t care less.
How do you say “so-so” in Tagalog?
—Newt Gingrich
Too bad those memories weren’t your own.
Simón de Bolívar, a seagull, & some dragons.
Strange fantasies of San Francisco include (in order of improbability):
functional transit
affordable housing
employment
landlords allowing pets
mandatory tea breaks (with biscuits)
Willie Brown’s retirement
Misty rides with a rough crew, but she always has time to stop and enjoy the finer things in life: Hello Kitty, hot dogs, other people’s puppies.
Untitled (Self portrait with analogously colored candy wrappers)
San Francisco, January 2012
Collection of the artist
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If you say so.
The year of the leafy seadragon is a bit more easy-going, just my style.
