This post is late because I ate so much that I could not even contemplate looking at photographs of the meal. Here is one amidst the carnage of our Seven Courses of Beef (Bò 7 Món). If you wish to experience this Vietnamese delight for yourself, Anh Hong on Geary is the place to go in San... Continue Reading →

Say what you will about how San Francisco has changed. Tell me that I can't go home again. I'm an adult (theoretically) and I can take it. As long as I get to reminisce about the glory days of the San Francisco Flickr User Group (a/k/a SFlickr) I'll be fine. Participating in SFlickr was such... Continue Reading →

This was one of the best days of my life, and of course I took zero photos of any of the great things that happened. I flail at executing this project at times, I really do. But I persist. So today's photo is of a sign that amused me, and was also notable because it... Continue Reading →

Almost two decades ago, I wandered around San Francisco in awe, occasionally pinching myself in case it was all a dream. It was, sometimes, but mostly it was real. Before we left for Scotland, I had grown so tired of living in this reality. A large part of that was feeling continually disappointed by San... Continue Reading →

Today I visited the main branch of the San Francisco Public Library. I enjoyed a warm welcome from former coworkers and it was wonderful to be back in their company. But after an hour, the tenor of the reunion changed: I became desperately sad, missing it all so much, then overcome with the knowledge that... Continue Reading →

"It's getting real" is a phrase I unabashedly love. I love it because it's fun to say and because it indicates a transition from unreality. This unreality is exactly what I have been experiencing in the beautiful enclave of Marin County, reinforced by the fact that I am dependent on others to get in and... Continue Reading →

The F-Market redeemed.

I rarely take the F-Market because it is so slow and the double-seats have no butt dividers. The former is more important than the latter, of course, but the latter is really important if you have ever had a stranger smelling of grain alcohol be all gropey with the side of his leg. Not that... Continue Reading →

1940s-era Coca-Cola billboard in San Francisco’s Bernal Heights to be covered up

How disappointing. From the article: "The suddenly infamous Bernal Heights Coca-Cola billboard will apparently be covered up with siding in the hope that it can be preserved until a possible historic designation makes it legal to display once more."

NIMBY vs. Vintage Sign: The Lost History of the Former Tipton’s Grocery Store

For those of you following the Bernal Heights Coca-Cola sign saga, here is the update from Bernalwood.

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