Archive for March 2010

Taking back the street

March 28, 2010

Apropos of the article I linked to last week, on the gentrification of the Divisadero corridor, I spotted some skater dudes attempting to reclaim our block yesterday afternoon. The city recently removed a sidewalk tree whose roots had caused the pavement to buckle, but the buckled pavement is still there, and it makes a perfect ramp. There were six of them, and they took turns filming themselves … umm … what’s it called, Brad, when you jump up with your board, flip around and fail to stick the landing like 95% of the time?

the videographer is sitting in the street

The fun continued with a game of “jump the trash-can.” I watched from my (genteel) chaise, while reading my Swedish vampire book, and I didn’t see a single baby stroller the whole time.

yes, my phone needs a zoom lens


A Decennial Post

March 26, 2010

What were you doing 10 years ago? I know it’s hard to remember, but I seem to recall filling out one of these:

"Penalty for Private Use = $300"

After 8 years together, it’s not often that Dan and I get to experience “firsts” together. But today, we had the pleasure of completing our first Census form as a couple.

Person #2

The survey I filled out in 2000 asked more questions, but I guess I was one of the lucky ones who received a long form. This time around, it didn’t take much time.

Have you been counted yet? Don’t keep the government waiting!

The last thing …

March 25, 2010

… I’m going to post on health “care” reform, until after Obama is re-elected (when it will actually take effect).

Nancy Pelosi says (in essence): Obamacare = Mitt Romney’s Massachusetts Plan?

With a helpful illustration:

Comments? (No, really … let me have it).

p.s. Go girl!

The Mikado (the good bits)

March 24, 2010

We’re a little tardy in reporting on it, but we joined Mom & Dad, and E&C and the girls, for the Lamplighters’ “Sing-A-Long” performance of the Mikado this past Sunday. And it was splendid. They did a “dress rehearsal” style performance and allowed all of us in the audience to belt out everything, to our hearts content. Troy’s (and the girls’) first Gilbert & Sullivan experience couldn’t have been better. And certain of us (not us) dressed up in kimono and happi coats, and won themselves some unvaluable prizes to boot.

Anyhoo, we were reminded of the comic genius of W.S. Gilbert by this bit of dialogue, from the second act, in which the cheap tailor (who was raised to the exalted position of Lord High Executioner by the Mikado himself) bemoans his fate, when confronted with the awful possibility that he will have to exercise his duty.

KO-KO.  My good sir, as Lord High Executioner, I’ve got to behead him in a month. I’m not ready yet. I don’t know how it’s done. I’m going to take lessons. I mean to begin with a guinea pig, and work my way through the animal kingdom till I come to a Second Trombone.

The scourge of guinea pigs.


The joke was originally (we believe) at the expense of Second Trombones, but we suspect certain of our readers will want to keep a careful eye out for Messrs. Gilbert and Sullivan.

Confidential to:

March 23, 2010

Lori:  You’ll want to know I made my first Etsy purchase today.  Not a cute handbag, but some movie-themed gift cards (Swedish vampire movie “Let the Right One In“)

also the book I'm currently reading

Rowan Cavia:  We found a celery-based cocktail last night that is even better than the Guinea Tonics we shared at the G-force screening last year.  Scamper, don’t waddle, down to Aziza in the Outer Richmond:

gin, celery, sage, agave (on the left)

Brad:  I wasn’t much help at all when you were asking for advice on decorating your neo-Victorian.  Is it too late to send this pic for inspiration?  We ran across it Saturday, walking home from the Lamplighters’ Sing-a-long Mikado.

on Golden Gate Ave.

nearby we saw that some have both drapes and miniblinds.

Divis project complete

March 22, 2010

The repaving and facelift of Divisadero is now complete.  The last step was new young trees and additional landscaping of the medians.  Sadly, it will likely only attract more entitled latte-fiends to mess with Dan as he walks around the hood.

Worst of SF

March 19, 2010

A continuing stooooory …

Strolling down the street this fine afternoon, on my way to the store, I’m heading toward the corner of Diviz and Fulton, when I see a young woman park her tan Mercedes smack dab in the middle of the crosswalk, right on the corner, and stroll in to Cafe Abir. Out of astonishment, I blurt out “Are you parking here?”

Behind trendy sunglasses, her reply is icy and instant. “I’m pregnant. Do you have a vagina?”

You know, it’s like I always say: Pain makes you beautiful. But entitlement makes you ugly.

The scene of the incident (stock photo).