Asked about her favorite interesting SF bathrooms, our pal Elly offers some sage advice:
i would never set foot in FARINA except to piss in their bathroom during a dire bladder moment. which has only happened once, and i was conflicted about even peeing in their bathroom because i see FARINA as a psychogeographic symbol of various things which have been taken from san francisco over the past 7 to 10 years. anyway, the bathroom is upstairs and it’s really opulent. [link]
I will surely keep that in mind, especially now that Dolores Park’s new bathrooms are facing delays. Anyway, here’s a peek inside:
1) It’s really fun to pee into a matrix of ice cubes! It’s like a choose-your-own-adventure at kelvin!
2) $.50 is really cheap for condoms. I wonder if they work.
Good news! The 24th St BART escalator is working!
Here we see the escalator in its new spin cycle. This is a new feature added by BART engineers to clear the escalator of HUMAN WASTE.
When work crews pulled open a broken BART escalator at San Francisco’s Civic Center Station last month, they found so much human excrement in its works they had to call a hazardous-materials team.
While the sheer volume of human waste was surprising, its presence was not. Once the stations close, the bottom of BART station stairwells in downtown San Francisco are often a prime location for homeless people to camp for the night or find a private place to relieve themselves.
All those biological excretions can gum up the wheels and gears of BART’s escalators, shutting them down for long periods of extended repairs, increasing station cleaning costs and creating an unpleasant aroma for morning commuters.
Thus far, BART has blamed this on:
1) the main drive gear
2) an overly-sensitive sensor
We should have a contest to guess what’s next on BART’s checklist. I’m guessing:
Reader @doogiehowsahthinks the timing is suspect:
Wow, it’s such an interesting coincidence that as the story of BART neglecting Mission stations started to gain traction, this story suddenly comes out, blaming dirty poor people for the problem.
We clearly need to wrap the escalator and all BART passengers in vinyl.
On the other hand, here’s a trippy panorama of the 24th St BART foyer:
Aunt Bill’s “Stuff” on Valencia is one of my favorite boxes filled with junk in the Mission (and there are a lot of boxes filled with junk in the Mission). On recent visits, their stock included vintage poison bottles, purple fur coats, a R2D2-shaped beer cooler, this Jacksons record, and half a dozen Eames chairs.
They’ve just opened up a second floor of stuff, and with it, a sparkly disco ball to entertain you while you poop.