Political process in San Francisco is a messy racket, but at least you have something lovely to look at while you’re slogging through the shit.
Quaffable and electable, with a smart nose and a structured palate.
You want to stay angry, want to turn your back on her like she’s done to you a hundred needling times, but then she gives you a look like that and it’s all you can do to keep from falling to your knees to beg forgiveness for everything you haven’t done. What was it you said about leaving? It won’t always be golden, but when it is, how sweet and good it is.
In a move for more transparency in civic government, Supervisors have opted to battle issues on the newly painted football pitch in Civic Center. Betting is encouraged as a means of funding arts organizations, while larger departments like Muni will benefit from concessional sales. Games are set to start this weekend, do you have your tickets yet?
Interesting unsubstantiated fact: Willie Brown has recorded many such hours of video so that in the event of his death, he will still hold sway under the dome.
There’s a textbook for jazz, which of these kids has read it?
This guy listened to Tony before all y’all and has the vinyl to prove it.
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
Best political commentary of this or any year in the “it’s funny because it’s true” category.
Willie Brown’s favorite hat.
It snowed in hell and no one noticed.
Red memory.
No photographs. Right. With this view?
First one to throw a ping pong ball through the hole and into the goldfish bowl gets to be Mayor.
A woman photographs a man holding the document that will legally bind them together.
Time for a new motto, San Francisco.
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