San Francisco A-Z (Part 1)
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gordonzolaI'm compiling a list of things that I love about San Francisco. I decided not to wait until I finished because I could put it off forever trying to find a "Z" or something. When I'm done, maybe I'll compile it into a zine and give it to the Chamber of Commerce to distribute.
Enjoy:
A –- Angela "The Heart of San Francisco" Alioto My favorite politician ever. Daughter of an ex-mayor and absolutely nuts. Years ago at the Jewish Democratic Club endorsement meeting Roberta Achtenberg stood up and said, "As a Jew blah blah blah …" Angela stood up and interrupted with, "Well, I look Jewish!". In the last Mayoral election she stood up a press conference called to announce her endorsement of Gonzalez. Newsom thought he’d scored a coup, but when she endorsed him the next day she said it was because he’d promised her she would be Vice Mayor and Gonzalez wouldn’t which is technically illegal. Then, as the Newsom campaign was trying to fluff over his SF aristocratic background with stories of his single mother working two jobs, she announced that she’d be in charge of homeless issues for Mayor Newsom. "He’s Cash , I’m Care".
H -- Hunt’s Donuts. I lived across from the Hunt’s at 20th and Mission for two years. They had the best donuts in the world, especially if you hit them half drunk around midnight. Since they were "open 25 hours" this was usually no problem. They used to have plastic garbage cans filled with lard and you could watch them make the donuts through the window. If you didn’t mind being asked if you wanted to buy car batteries, stereos, or drugs while you watched.
Once an important, bustling, and crowded resource for San Francisco’s crime community,* they have fallen far in recent years. There was only one person inside the last time I went. She was reading a book about consumerism and looked like a New College student. It’s really sad. They don’t even make the donuts there anymore. And the jellys are not filled, but cut in half and spread with jelly. In fact, someone just told me that they got busted for stealing donuts from elsewhere and re-selling them a few years ago. Sad, sad, sad.
*I may have stolen that from Iggy Scam. I’m really not sure.
S -- Super Secret Sundial Where the hell is that thing, Ingelside? Heading towards the ocean you take a left on Ocean when you see the big church that looks like a mall. Then find your way to the middle of the circular streets. It’s a big fucking sundial in a cul-de-sac. I heard that it was once part of a race track that is no longer there. Being smack in the middle of the fog zone, I have visited it over ten times and only seen kinda vague readings. How do sundials adjust for daylight savings anyway?
Enjoy:
A –- Angela "The Heart of San Francisco" Alioto My favorite politician ever. Daughter of an ex-mayor and absolutely nuts. Years ago at the Jewish Democratic Club endorsement meeting Roberta Achtenberg stood up and said, "As a Jew blah blah blah …" Angela stood up and interrupted with, "Well, I look Jewish!". In the last Mayoral election she stood up a press conference called to announce her endorsement of Gonzalez. Newsom thought he’d scored a coup, but when she endorsed him the next day she said it was because he’d promised her she would be Vice Mayor and Gonzalez wouldn’t which is technically illegal. Then, as the Newsom campaign was trying to fluff over his SF aristocratic background with stories of his single mother working two jobs, she announced that she’d be in charge of homeless issues for Mayor Newsom. "He’s Cash , I’m Care".
H -- Hunt’s Donuts. I lived across from the Hunt’s at 20th and Mission for two years. They had the best donuts in the world, especially if you hit them half drunk around midnight. Since they were "open 25 hours" this was usually no problem. They used to have plastic garbage cans filled with lard and you could watch them make the donuts through the window. If you didn’t mind being asked if you wanted to buy car batteries, stereos, or drugs while you watched.
Once an important, bustling, and crowded resource for San Francisco’s crime community,* they have fallen far in recent years. There was only one person inside the last time I went. She was reading a book about consumerism and looked like a New College student. It’s really sad. They don’t even make the donuts there anymore. And the jellys are not filled, but cut in half and spread with jelly. In fact, someone just told me that they got busted for stealing donuts from elsewhere and re-selling them a few years ago. Sad, sad, sad.
*I may have stolen that from Iggy Scam. I’m really not sure.
S -- Super Secret Sundial Where the hell is that thing, Ingelside? Heading towards the ocean you take a left on Ocean when you see the big church that looks like a mall. Then find your way to the middle of the circular streets. It’s a big fucking sundial in a cul-de-sac. I heard that it was once part of a race track that is no longer there. Being smack in the middle of the fog zone, I have visited it over ten times and only seen kinda vague readings. How do sundials adjust for daylight savings anyway?
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Re: Cardboard Enemy
Date: 2004-01-06 05:57 pm (UTC)We'll be like mermaids.
TRANSGRESSIVE mermaids if you like.
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Date: 2004-01-06 05:59 pm (UTC)Re: Cardboard Enemy
Date: 2004-01-06 06:16 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-01-06 06:19 pm (UTC)After I was about 15 or so, I never once kept my suit on in all the years I swam in the Southern California beaches!
Re: Cardboard Enemy
Date: 2004-01-06 06:20 pm (UTC)Re: Cardboard Enemy
Date: 2004-01-06 06:23 pm (UTC)