Results tagged “blogs”

The sweet scriubes over at Streetsblog posted a might fine article on how San Francisco Mayor Gavin Newsom, allegedly, "has been quietly pressuring MTA Chief Nat Ford to delay or prevent proposals to extend parking meter hours on weeknights and Sundays, despite a looming mid-year MTA budget deficit and studies that show it's good policy."

Sad news, handful of you. The Printed Blog, the newspaper (leaflet?) that plucked items from the world wide web and printed said posts on paper, is now dead. Founded by Josh Karp six months ago, the idea of this interesting yet bizarre publication, as TechCrunch's John Biggs put it, was "akin to pressing MP3 podcasts onto vinyl for those who still used a Technics turntable." But, due to lack of investor and reader interest, the blog that you could find at a newsstand is no more. If you'd like to check out the Printed Blog on your personal computer device, you can "download" issues of it here.

Oh wow. OK, don't be jealous, but one Mr. Peter Getty, it seems, responded to SFist's little ol' post about their new business venture: web-logging for SFGate. Behold:

Want to hear more about a self-indulgent dilettante? Can you stomach another online writer who prattles on and on passive-aggressively about their alleged accomplishments? One who went to Ivy League schools you couldn't afford to get into? And, as a result, is a bit out of touch with the common man?

When Unite The Fight, a homosexual blog, discovered that Coffee Bean & Tea Leaf's wifi was blocking gay-themed sites, they were not thrilled. Because blocking access to gay site is, at the very least, creepy. See, a UTF contributor tried accessing such queer sites as Towleroad and Pam's House Blend, but both were blocked for "sexuality." (Neither site, by the way, is erotically charged.)

The folks over at Entertainment Weekly divulged their favorite food blogs in their most recent issue (You know, the issue featuring future first openly gay American Idol Adam Lambert on the cover? That one.) The EW editorial staff give gastronomic love to GreatDepressionCooking, This Is Why You're Fat, Jamie Oliver (wha?), Smitten Kitchen, Liqurious, Bitten.Blogs.NYTimes, and Orangette Blogspot. Graded B+, A, B, A, A-, B, and A, respectively. Aside from glaring Eater and The Food In My Beard omissions -- not that we don't love many, many Bay Area food sites, because we do -- we dig a few of these sites. (Especially SmittenKitchen, which manages to make sweet tooth "food porn" not at all cloying.) Any food blogs you, hungry readers, would like to have seen make the list?

Daring to go where no online writer in their right mind should ever, ever, ever go, SF Chronicle's Ryan Kim profiles SFGate's most "prolific" commenters, Kimble McSweeney, a Dallas resident. (!) During the first three months of 2009 alone, "McSweeney posted about 1,400 comments -- about 16 per day -- on a variety of stories." And much to our surprise, he's allegedly none too shabby when it comes to penning his thoughts on the Gate, or at least when compared to the others. (While not necessarily at the level of YouTube commenters, SFGate comments, much like arguing on the Internet, can lean toward the developmentally-disabled side -- or, as Kim too delicately puts it, "playground humor.")

Generic's blog features lots of interesting local anecdotes. For instance, this man looks perfectly presentable, yet he's talking to himself. He's also wearing an AC Transit pin -- even better!

This post marks a brand new feature, in which we give SFist's blogging commenters some props, as a thank you for helping make SFist great.

While some of you might pretend not to notice the occasional elderly person giving you puppy eyes in order to snag your sweet disability seat on Muni or BART, few of us would go so far as to ignore someone on crutches. Here are a few who do.The creator of peoplewhositinthedisabilityseatswhenimstandingonmycrutches.com, explains his site like this: "I don't take pictures of anyone if there's an open seat within sight -- except for a few of those listed under the "Hall of Shame" tag. I also don't take pictures of elderly people, visibly pregnant women, or anyone who looks like they might have a disability. Of course, it's important to keep in mind that there's no way of knowing whether someone has a disability just by looking at them." Be sure to check it out. (Thanks Matty!)

Always on the hunt for neighborhood blogs -- although, let's face it, none can compare to Mission Mission -- we must tell you about Noe Valley Buzz. Created by Tricia Tulipano and Amber Justis, it's fun. And simple. And not saddled with loads and loads of icky text or notions of revolución. And prefers to use 'z' in lieu of 's.' And is perfectly unapologetic. They talk about Real Foods (RIP!), hot Jew Jacob Goldstein's even hotter Garage Store, and people who sell fruit that are out of season. Be sure to check it out, readers and Noe Valley residents. We'll advise you of any impending Noe Valley Buzz vs. Noe Valley, SF softball games.

A refreshingly original new photo site has developed on the interwebs, and it's actually a good one. Created by Peter Bruce, 1 Photo. 3 Words. 365 Days's mission statement is clean and simple. Bruce finds a person on the street that he doesn't know, snaps their photo, and asks them for three words that describe how they are feeling at that moment.

Fearing for his job in these tough economic times, Chronicle scribe C.W. Nevius tells CBS 5' Joe Vasquez that bloggers, it seems, are stupidheads. Ahem:

Not quite.

The west coast leg of the Web 2.0 Expo is here! Yay!

J-Schoolers and other assorted graduate students, please stop clogging our inbox with shit like this, especially if you don't know our name or plan on getting us drunk beforehand. Thanks.

In a sensationalist piece that has been e-mailed to every blogger's inbox this morning, the New York Times has added another bit of fuel to the "journalists vs. bloggers" fire: Bloggers will die... soon. Using a scant two examples of prolific bloggers dying in the past few months, New York Times decides that these deaths are due to constant stress, long hours and the need to always "break" stories. My, that doesn't sound like being a reporter at all!

The Hills' slut, Heidi Montag, has come out as a staunch supporter of Senator John McCain for Prez. While this has shocked (shocked!) Hollywood to its core, and some are saying it's an inside job, any refugee familiar with Laguna Beach (or Laguna Beach) wouldn't be surprised.

The Library Tower (AKA the U.S. Bank Tower) in Los Angeles could soon be the second tallest building west of the Mississippi thanks to San Francisco's proposed Transbay Terminal. While the Library Tower, located in downtown Los Angeles, stands at an alluring 1,018-feet tall, the Transbay Terminal is primed to win the measuring contest at 1,200-feet.

Described as a wiki of stupidheads, jerks, and self-awareness-free men, the Wikipedia parody site lists notable dickslices such as homecoming queen murderer O.J. Simpson; sexist boor Donald Trump; the Gisele Bundchen-impaling Tom Brady; that fat Arctic bastard Santa Claus (mean!); and Marin County's very own Harvey Milk impersonator, Sean Penn. The nerve.

The Chicago Tribune is, in 2008, finally getting around to dealing with the glorious, frustrating, and all-knowing voice of the commenter. This week the Tribune shut down their comment boards on all of their political news stories. What's more, the publication also yanked the Commenter's voice on a recent op-ed piece about Muslims and another story about Illinois Governor Rod R. Blagojevich. Why? Bill Adee, associate managing editor who also oversees the online operations, "ordered the suspension of comments on politics after he noticed the number of writers unfairly trashing the candidates." But more likely, the Tribune's writers and editors are growing frustrated with seeing their pearls of journalistic wisdom adorn racist, tangential, salacious rants and lies.

San Francisco-based Sugar Inc. (of popsugar.com, among others) has a brand spanking new site, one that will take care of all of your national political news needs: CitizenSugar. Launched last week, CS has everything from caucuses news, to citizen polls (e.g., "Your Thoughts on Politicians With Prior Drug Use?"), to suicide bombing by (progressive?) women. And best of all, it's estrogen-tinged, so you'll get less of those male TLDR-rambling posts that you might find elsewhere.

By now the tale of Jameth and his croc is San Francisco lore. Happening upon the severed plastic head of the reptilian creature at Church & Market, Jameth took pity upon the thing and made it a part of his daily life, making the wee thing a star in the process. As SFist reported yesterday, the croc was set free in Dolores Park, presumably never to be heard from again. Many weeped, a few cried, and someone even made a tribute video in her honor.

-- Those rectangular glassy lofts on Folsom and Fourth Streets are, in fact, award-winning rectangular glassy lofts. Also, love the windows. [Curbed]

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-- Van Halen jumps. [SFGate]

Did she find a horse's head in her office chair the day before? Embattled Susan Leal, who's refused to bow to pressure from Gavin Newsom to resign her position as the general manager of the SF Public Utilities Commission, was hit by a car outside City Hall as she was leaving meetings just before noon today. She was rushed to the hospital, where they found she was okay, if a little shaken.

Yesterday, David Hazinski attempted to harness the awesome power of the world wide web with this colonel of wisdom about the currant state of journalism. In his op-ed peace for The Atlanta Journal-Constitution, he informs us that such journalistic mediums as CNN YouTube debates, political blogs, and cellphone videos are, in a word, crap. At least when it comes to giving and receiving accurate, Pulitzer-worthy information.

We came back from taking down the recycling yesterday evening to find we had locked ourselves out of our apartment. "Noooo!!" [Insert Emo Darth Vader ballad here. Warning -- audio.] We dialed the apartment manager on the call-box but got his voice mail. Lucky for us, the manager, who wouldn't be back until 10:00, called our s.o., who wouldn't be back until 8:00, and our s.o. called our friend who lives a few blocks away. So, instead of being forced to sit on our lobby stairs all night, uncomfortably greeting all of our neighbors, we were soon whisked away and served pasta, wine, and a couple of episodes of the BBC version of "Gordon Ramsay's Kitchen Nightmares."