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A scanning project to capture 100 years worth of family photography includes some shots of San Francisco in the ’50s and ’60s, taken by the scanner’s grandmother. I love that she kept the pink hue on several of them, which I assume is from improper film development. (It would have been too easy to grayscale them in Photoshop.)
(Spotted @ the SU Flickr pool.)
North up Market Street from Fox Plaza.
(Thanks, Sandra!)
Probably not. A man can dream, can’t he?
Nothing gives me a hankering for ice cream espresso sausage like doing the laundry!
(Submitted by S. Scott Ethersmith)
So thinks the photographer, Troy Holden.
From the Flickr set:
After years of deterioration and absence of modern operational systems, the [Fleishacker] pool did not meet health and safety standards and closed in 1971. Consideration was given to refurbishing and reopening the historic landmark, but usage studies showed low interest, and the high annual operating costs could not be offset with the expected revenue. In 1999, the San Francisco Zoological Society was granted ownership of the pool house, and it is not known what might become of it. The swimming pool itself was filled with rocks and gravel, with the space now serving as a parking lot for the zoo.
Wow, I guess this really happened. Gotta say, I’ve never seen this particular breed of Awesome in the 14 years I’ve lived here. (From the Flickr stream of Jeremy Brooks.)
Make your guess in the comments.
UPDATE: And, BAM, commenter Lemon nailed it, the side of Alioto’s, Folsom and 14th.
From a pure entertainment perspective, at least.
I had a long-time employee of his confirm afterward that this is him, in line in front of me today at Borders at the Westfield mall. He’s got some courage coming out in public right now with this thing going ’round the sphere:
I don’t expect much of a Monday night.
But a friend was having a get together at Gestalt before returning to do the Lord’s work in Africa, so I dragged my butt out. It was a crazy night. The high point was when we followed some bumping music to the above Airstream camper parked in front of DoubleDutch.
When security from DD tried to tell the silver-trailer-dweller to turn his music down, the response was not positive. “You don’t come into my house and tell me how to live!” was part of the tirade.
The bouncer backed down.
Reader Anna Spektor found this by accident at a private residence at Shrader and Belgrave. She says:
the house name is “Ursa Minor Dacha”, which is pretty cool in itself, but they also have this sculpture carved out of a dead tree.
Thanks, Anna!
Spotted@ 19th & Mission Streets
(spotted@ 16th Street BART.)
This sandwich board ad is a big, tall drink of WTF. Where to begin?
“Magical lingerie,” perhaps? (For men!) Or, how about “Squeem” as a name for a product line (slight handicapping for being a Brazilian company)?
If those don’t wake you up, we can take a look at the claim, “Get Fit Immediately.” And, finally, take a look at that model. Does he look like a candidate for a man-girdle? Is the Squeem thing-a-ma-bob “magically” re-distributing his spare tire into his pecs and biceps (or his…Johnson)?
(spotted@ Mission & 21st)
(spotted@ 19th St./Capp)
Taken Sunday, November 8th. Make your guess in the comments.
UPDATE: Named by Sonia – Wicked Grounds.
Valencia Street and 18th.
