Real Estate mogul Gus Murad, who owns Medjool, Elements hostel, New Mission Theater and, until recently, Giant Value, sold the property to Oyster Development who turn plans to build condos and retail space on the site. And you can bet those condos won’t be a giant value.
Just say no…to unwanted phonebooks. Most of us in SF got them; I know mine went straight into the recycling bin. And this morning, activists with the group Phonebook Free SF delivered thousands of phonebooks to the doorsteps of AT&T’s downtown office at 739 Folsom Street.
Eight new parklets have been approved by the city with nine more in varying stages of approval. As the SF Examiner tweeted: “More San Francisco parking spots to be converted to parklets.” Each mini park takes up roughly 2 parking spots. But, hey, at least you get space to lounge around on the streets.
This Sunday, March 20, from 11am – 4am, the first Sunday Streets of the year will kick off. A city-sponsored block-party, the event closes down a “portion of a neighborhood’s streets to automobile traffic, and opens them to pedestrians, bicyclists, and activities”, in this case the Embarcadero from Fisherman’s Wharf pass AT&T Park to Mission Bay.
While our thoughts go out to the survivors of the Japanese earthquake and tsunami who are still suffering and are now faced with the fallout of the developing nuclear disaster, many here in California cannot help but also fear the potential risks to us on the west coast if large amounts of radiation were to be released into the atmosphere.
What exactly is a hipster? Are they defined by where they live in the city (Mission, Lower Haight, the ‘Loin)? By how they dress and look (skin-tight jeans, thrift store finds, dirty, greasy hair)? Or their behavior (smoking, drinking PBR, hanging out in the middle of the day in Dolores Park, riding fixies)? All of the above?
While many residents in SF do try to be as environmentally-conscious as they can it’s been difficult to get drivers to give up their cars. After all, Muni is a hot mess and just the thought of huffing on a bike up the steep hills is enough for one to dismiss that idea altogether.