My old neighbors unsuccessfully lobbied their City Council for a crosswalk for a year and a half. Early one morning, this appeared:

Hmm.

Note the SFGate’s 7th most emailed story today:

Photo credit: Nahh

Our gently misguided city will soon be allowing us to feed the homeless via parking meters. Believe it or not, this is an improvement over past suggestions:

The worst … was a failed proposal during Willie Brown’s administration to equip homeless people with credit-card machines like those used for retail purchases. People could swipe their cards and choose how much to donate, with 80 percent going to homeless programs and 20 percent to the individual panhandlers.

Witness the perfect storm of affluence, rampant homelessness, and left-leaning politics.

Photo by adwriter

Signs that you are in Northern California:

• Cars halt for pedestrians, even without crosswalks or stop signs.
• The restaurant at your inn serves only vegetarian food.
• Peace flags are proudly displayed outside local businesses.
• The pizza parlor has a clock permanently stopped at 4:20.
• The tie-dyed-clothing-sold-out-of-Volkswagon-vans industry is booming.
• You pass the Peace, Love, and Grilled Cheeses Hair Salon.
• Your subpar canoe skills prompt a good natured “Are you high?”

Spotted in a dining establishment near my office:

1) An official notice of San Francisco’s ordinance requiring all employers to provide paid sick leave for full-time, part-time, and temporary employees.

2) A partially full bottle of prescription cough syrup (complete with codeine!) directly below the sign.

But this review:

I was delighted when my industry peer suggested meeting at [unnamed café]

leaves me wondering whether all the patrons talk like corporate automatons.

Damn Yelp.

This is what happens when you define your gender and relationship status on an unnamed social networking site:

I know some people think being in a relationship is synonymous with insanity, but those people don’t need to be so snotty.