I’d probably risk it for 30 seconds, at which point I’d be sucking wind too hard to stand up. Otherwise, the longer I jumped, the more likely my bad aim would place one or both of my feet into the edge holes.
Seriously, how do you get insurance for something like this? The bars in between trampolines don’t even look padded.
Rusty Wells is the lynchpin of Urban Flow yoga studio in San Francisco, where practitioners regularly bask in the love and acceptance of the universe.
But who says a yoga master cannot also possess a shocking killer instinct? Yin and Yang, folks…
Saw this on the way to work this morning. It did occur to me to stop recording and hold the ladder for the guy doing the heavy work in this maneuver, but you know, I didn’t want to get in the way or anything.
Charitable restaurateur Anthony Myint and company have gone a couple grand beyond their Kickstarter goal, and are well into renovations, having closed up shop at Mission Street Food.
What I want to know is, are they gonna take down the awesome El Herradero sign? And if so, can I have it?
Photo by Burrito Justice
I know this was covered by Scott back in March, but a couple of local blogs are linking to it again now, so that seems to give me enough of an excuse to mouth off.
I can’t say the formula isn’t valid, because this video has over 700,000 views. But that won’t keep me from objecting to the use of San Francisco in creepy missions to “make the world spread your word.” (Full disclosure: I’m a sucker for the original song – it’s pretty.)
I’ve reverse-engineered Grasshopper.com’s recipe for a “viral video”:
I’m sorry I happened across Saucy Joe on Saturday in Glen Park. Not because he’s anything other than friendly and knowledgeable, but because the day I’m publishing this is the last day you could’ve hired his roadside blade-sharpening services here in San Francisco.
And that’s a shame.
Food carts are a dime-a-dozen, but a guy in the back of a truck who will give your cutting implements a professionally-sharpened edge, while you wait? That’s worth carrying a jangly box of stainless steel outside on a sunny day.
Well, don’t go yanking your cutlery drawer out of its grooves just yet, cuz Saucy Joe’s leaving town, headed North towards Grass Valley. His plans were serenely vague as he answered my questions (such as the origins of the name – his kitchen language from his days as a chef), but it seems he will stay in the knife-sharpening biz in some way or another. Maybe.
Keep up with Joe on his website or his Twitter feed.
Oh, and as a final parting gift, Joe leaves you with some free sharpening tips:
Our group was already a little ashamed as we were walking to Flour + Water, a pizza joint we’d previously decided was over-rated, with its soggy crust and limited menu (only two kinds of beer? please).
But then, not two blocks from my house, outside Homestead, appears a couple of folks cooking wood-fired pizzas on the street!
It smelled so good, and the ingredients looked ultra-fresh, but alas, we had a gift card for F+W. So, pushing through our regret that we’d never seen these guys here before, despite the fact they’ve been doing this every Thursday night for the last 6 weeks, we sulked off to our lesser destiny.
We will definitely see you next week, Pizza Politana!
Here’s their menu:
These fine fellows look like they’re feeling on top of the world in their well-stocked glass shop at 18 Sutter Street, San Francisco. The year? You guessed it: 1905.
As the story goes, the business didn’t survive the quake of ’06 and the family relocated to Los Angeles. Ironically, I’m sure there was a tremendous demand for their product as the rebuilding commenced.
(Spotted @ the Flickr stream of bcgreeneiv)
We finally made it to the top of one of those year-end lists, y’all!
It’s Trip Advisor’s 2010 Dirtiest Hotels list, and our very own Heritage Marina kicked serious ass to get to #1. (I know it’s a U.S. list, but everyone knows we’re the only country that counts, so by the transitive property of, like, math, I’m declaring it the #1 spot on the planet.)
Images of filth and glory after the jump…
Continue reading We’re #1! – Nastiest Hotel in the World
“Organic vegan Mexican” is such a redundancy. Seriously, though, it’s blowing my mind, despite this totally eloquent explanation:
Gracias Madre is truly an expression of who we are – it represents our deep love of and reverence for food, our commitment to health and sustainability, our unconditional love for our multicultural family and community, our devotion to the Earth and the divine feminine, and our commitment to raising consciousness on the planet.
Blah blah blah, you love food – bring on the three sisters!
Made all the more urgent by the recent news that Alameda Point flea market is possibly shutting down, some locals are bringing a little bit of North London to San Francisco, beginning Saturday, November 7th, and happening every Saturday after that.
Organizers Barbara Billee & Siobhan are converting Sub-Mission gallery on Mission at 18th from a punk Latin club into a Casbah market for artisan goods. Admission will be free, and DJs, including Jonah Sharp, will be spinning throughout the day.
From an email to vendors:
We are veterans of Camden Market in North London and we’ve finally found the right venue to start a weekly market in San Francisco!
The gallery is large, with three connected interior spaces, a back patio for chilling and a killer sound system. The bar will open at noon.
We have room for fifty vendors: the pitch size is 6ft x 5ft, vendors will supply their own tables and display materials. The space has bathrooms, security, power outlets and a roof – perfect for year-round trading.
As the appeal of overlit, overcool “dives” wanes for yours truly, unassuming neighborhood haunts like Mission Terrace’s Spitfire Rose (allegedly named after the British WWII fighter plane) continue to fascinate.
The Yelp page has that enticing combo of mixed experiences and low review count that raises more questions than it answers. That’s all it took for the SU Corps of Urban Drunkards (SUCUD) to go on its inaugural raid. More after the jump.
Continue reading The Spitfire Rose
Wow. I mean, holy crap. I aspire to this level of sleuthistry. I really really do.
(via MissionMission)
