Giant Jenga. I was gonna try and write a little more about this, but what more do you need to know? Giant Jenga.
Our pal Mike got fed up with all the gentrification in San Francisco and moved to Indonesia for some good old-fashioned slumming it. Unfortunately, he’s sent back word that our worst fears have been realized: Jakarta is the new Marina! Street carts! Obscure ice cream flavors! Is no one safe?
Don’t invest in owl statue stock today. I have a feeling the entire pigeon scareowl industry is going down as the result of this damning snap at 16th and Capp that Mr. Eric Sir posted yesterday.
He adds:
While we may sit back and laugh at the apparent stupidity of the pigeons, sometimes I question whether we’re any less stupid.
That’s right, it’s time to start paying attention to pigeons. They don’t seem to have a problem chowing down on their fellow birdkind. They’ve even learned to ride BART. Next they’ll be taking our jobs and they wont need us around anymore. Hitchcock was right.
[via Mr. Eric Sir]
This old building on 15th and Dolores has been hiked up on stilts for a couple of months now. Wondering why? No, it’s not being relocated to Oakland to be cooler.
The short answer is that someone’s excavating the site for construction of a new building. The long answer involves some crazy-ass history including a Luterhan church founded by Swedes and an arson plot allegedly perpetrated by the Aryan brotherhood.
Intrigued? Read on at Curbed SF.
[photo by dexnandflexn]
Once a year, usually during a particularly warm stretch of days, five blocks of Fair Oaks Street (between Guerrero and Dolores) transforms into a massive garage sale.
And I can’t think of a better setting in which to get your thrift on — this Saturday promises pleasant temperatures in the mid-70s, and Fair Oaks Street always promises to be one of the loveliest tree-and-flower-lined streets this neighborhood has to offer (as well as being a half-block away from the Ames Alley community gallery).
Plus, you can hunt for that perfect Mother’s Day present you may have forgotten to buy.
Not a flattering week for Dolores Park. First it was covered in bile, next Crate and Barrel rebranded it as a designer cookware set. Gee, I personally like to think of public urination and casually buying drugs from a man with a wizard’s staff when I’m furnishing my luxury condo, don’t you? On top of that, people can’t seem to stop spelling it “Delores“.
Thankfully, satisticsandlies posted this stunning set of single line renderings of the park to cleanse your palate:
Isn’t nice to finally see a line in Dolores Park that doesn’t end in a port-o-potty?