There are 43 in all! Who knew!?
[via Sarah Lane]
But when the real estate folks catch on, it somehow feels… wrong.
Maybe we should call it “the Really Oblique Trapezoid”, in step with recent trends? Or the “2nd Amendment Flats”. You know, because of the gun store and Eagle Donuts.
Like what lies on the other side of the Hills of Income Separation; where to find Tiki Bar Naval Island (Fun fact: I just went to Forbidden Island for the first time last weekend, and I urge you to do the same, but only after checking out the American Pinball Museum); and of course, New Hipster. Spanning the Bay all the way from Rusty Ship Graveyard to Those Oh So Colorful Salt Marshes, it also answers the most important question, “Why do we love Norcal?”
Because Hawk Hill.
How does one open this door? How does that doorknob even work? Does it work? Does it lead to some sort of fanciful kingdom full of crazy doors with doorknobs in the middle???
The mysteries of the universe are too vast to ponder this early in the morning.
Damn. Now I want some ice cream.
I don’t know if I’ve ever been so offended while laughing out loud at the same time in all my life. Something tells me that if our good buddy Peter Shih took this tongue-in-cheek approach instead of dissing homeless people and “49ers,” he might still be able to live in this city without getting spit on everywhere he goes.
[Link, in case the embedded video above is blowing it]