The people of Hyde & Eddy are very chatty, mostly because you’re over the age of ten and buying a dollar’s worth of ninjas. Read more over at SFist.
A horrifying outtake from the press preview for The Stuff That Dreams Are Made Of: San Francisco & the Movies. Read about it over on SFist. Just be thankful that the wax Clint didn’t make it in.
What do you talk about when you talk about a neighborhood?
This week’s installment, in which we impugn the already not very good name of cupcakes. Read all about it.
Turk & Larkin
One of the patrons at Harrington’s Pub helped me figure out why I can’t remember people’s names—they need to tell me how many times they were married, how they got to San Francisco, and how they could have been rich.
So from now on, when you introduce yourself to me, I’ll require your life story. Read on.
Urbane Studies
After the money-making arm of The Society forced its hand, had to temporarily abandon the column over at SFist. This is a fancy way of saying jobs, people, we have jobs.
Unconcerned with making money any longer, we return to historical edification.
The first of the new series went up yesterday.
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
Q: What about the SFist column?
A few of you were wondering? Sweet of you to notice, and we’re so terrible with your anniversary and birthdays.
A bit of a vacation, really, if it can be called that. Working, mostly, at the job that pays the rent, but will return sometime in October with renewed vigor.
In the meantime, please enjoy the backlog to be found here. Again, if enjoyment is the word for it.
Meantime, it’s time for our Fall movie previews, which will be going up all week.
Not like you'd walk to Oakland, either.
This week’s Urbane Studies has many numbers in it. Sciencey!
Admittedly, we're going with the "I've been here for more than ten years" thing.
But y’know, it’s arbitrary if you know a thing or two, or are willing to play along and make this a better city.
We grew tired of all this mayoral talk
and decided what a nice day, let us sit in the park.
If you're so inclined, read this charming anecdote
He accepted the Whig’s nomination on the provision that he wouldn’t have to leave his steamboat to campaign.
Feeling pretty good about the latest installment of Urbane Studies, but it’s no exploding Cable Car.
Urbane Studies with the Tenderloin Geographic Society, Volume 23
Spending rather too much time near Union Square, but it’s for a good cause.