Was lucky enough to be asked to share an origin story for SF Curbed’s compelling Rental Week coverage. Next I hope we get a look into everyone’s closets.
The Vignelli Map
Ideally, we could have something that would be uploaded directly to the brain, thereby freeing us up to not look like tourists.
This is like one of those magazine drives, but the reward is much greater
But seriously, if you have a couple bucks to put toward something, Laura’s project is quite worthwhile and puts those of us here at the TGS offices to shame. If BART extended to the Sierras, clearly we would have already done this. Yes, let’s blame it on transportation.
Sadly, they do not make them like this anymore
And they really, really should.
HERE,
you guys like shirts with wolves on them, right?
This is like that, but without the wolf.
A visor to be worn everywhere but the city where you found it.
Startlingly life-like, especially that “Not In Service” part.
Thanks to N Judah Chronicles for the tip on Muni: The Game.
A kind of genius is at work here.
Our eternal gratitude, Mr. Eric Sir.
This is the last one, promise.
Source of image and the story here.
With regard to the Chronicle's current state
It’s funny because I’ve spent the last week researching ye olde newspaper battles, and the manner in which Paul Smith and Scott Newhall worked to eclipse the Examiner and Hearst’s stranglehold over San Francisco.
This is not to say that I don’t enjoy these moments with the former mayor, that is not the case in the slightest. Willie, let’s get drinks real soon.
Have you seen this vehicle? Let’s make this a happy ending, eh?
Congratulations are in order
for that mighty historical lexicographer, Burrito Justice.
We harbor no such hopes for anyone ever getting the MittelHaight/LoWeAd memo. And that’s just as well.
Don't call it a comeback
He was never really gone.
And the one underneath Civic Center they turned into a garage.
Kidding. It’s still there, 243,000 gallons of Hetch Hetchy’s finest.