Via E.K.: "Dear BART a-holes: When you see a sweaty pregnant woman on a crowded train checking her bloodsugar while trying to balance her bags, standing up, it would be polite to offer her your seat."
Via E.K.: "Dear BART a-holes: When you see a sweaty pregnant woman on a crowded train checking her bloodsugar while trying to balance her bags, standing up, it would be polite to offer her your seat."
Via B.K.: "Just witnessed on 21: young teen girl snatches something outa the hands of a lady and runs off the bus. The lady, screaming, runs after the girl. This never happens, but we all see the little thief run right into 3 SWAT team looking cops who were standing around drinking coffee (no donuts). They have her on the ground in a sec. What did she steal? The lady's iPhone. Overhear guy saying his friend steals about two a day & that purses are so 1990's. All victims sit close to the door. So obviously, the lesson is, if you're gonna use your iPhone on the bus, carry a gun too =)"
Via K.M.: "The N Judah driver hit a Cintas Truck in front of UCSF this morning and just kept on driving."
Via D.P.: "just saw Wayne Coyne from the Flaming Lips recovering from last nights Treasure Island show at my local Starbucks. He sure does love that gray suit."
Via W.L.: "Pleased with discovery of hole-in-the-wall serving home-made Korean food.
Via B.K.: "Never thought I'd say this out of blue bottle loyalty, but the 4 Barrel cappuccino @ Ironside is rocking my world. Velvety, rich, and voluptuous."
Via M.K.: " today was not a good day for an entire morning of meditation. Thanks Blue Angels."
Via E.B.: "The east bay is one big sex pigeon post to me anymore."
Via Kevin McCracken: "The Muni driver just got done lecturing commuters on the virtues of saying thank you." (We say thank you if the driver is nice, but we would refrain from thanking this particular driver out of principle. -- SFist)
Via Brock Keeling: "LovElution partiers have invaded my neighborhood. Fuzzy cowboy hats as far as the eye can see."
7:38 p.m. "Heartburn; lyle totally left with julia look alike. I now hate Erin Brokovich. (sp?)."
According to a study done by the Nielsen Company, Facebook and Twitter users are wealthier and than their MySpace counterparts living on the other side of the railroad tracks. Computer World notes, "The survey, which studied the top seven social networking sites, showed that Facebook users generally have an 'upscale profile,'" going on to point out, "Nielsen also noted that people who are more affluent than the other two-thirds of the population are 25% more likely to use Facebook than those in the the lower third. And conversely, those in the bottom third of the financial chart are 37% more likely to use MySpace than those in the top third."
Via Brian Monnier: "Just saw a homeless guy bum $2 from someone and then burn it in front of the guy. Just awesome, I love sf."
In response to some new collages that Matt Gonzalez posted on Facebook, Stephen Robert Lee says "Vibrant and beautiful, Matt. I also loved the analysis of the legal organization and the belief system of morals and or spirituality and the melding of these."
Via C.W.: "yay! coupon day at rainbow grocery! hope to run into some friendly faces at checkout..."
Via Allan Hough of Mission Mission: "I haven't seen a black person in like a week. (I've been in the Pacific Northwest for like a week.)"
Via friend of SFist, T.N.: "Just saw a drug deal go down in front of an oblivious Guardian Angel at 16th and Mission. Then he held the door open for the drug dealer so he could enter Burger King wile counting his money, thanks for helping out, beret wearing urban mercenary!" Update: Mission Mission had similar observations a few days ago.
If you're like us, you judge a restaurant by the beauty and cleanliness of their bathroom. So, it makes sense to judge social media network bigwigs Twitter and Facebook based off of their offices. (OK, that's tenuous, but you get the point.) Fortunately, the divine Mr. Tate at Valleywag has a boatload of images showcasing both Facebook's and Twitter's Silicon Valley and SOMA headquarters, respectively.
Ever since "hundreds of thousands of demonstrators have taken to the streets" in Iran, accusing the government of holding a fraudulent presidential election, social sites like Facebook and Twitter have played a wildly significant part in getting information out. (An aside: Do you see, you foolish and stubborn book / print fetishists, what the point of typing out silly little words is all about? That, in the end, it is just about communicating information? Communicated to as many sets of eyeballs as possible? Free of any arrogant literary stank? That your dusty 'zines stacked at Dog-Eared Books and your elite writers compounds speak to no one but you?) It seems the Iranian government found out about the world wide web, and then started blocking those sites in their country. As the Slog posted yesterday, proxies came to the rescue. That is to say, you could allow a n Iranian protester to connect to your computer instead, then they could use Twitter or whatever. (The protesters really could use it.)
Wall Street Journal Senior Technology Editor Julia Angwin recently took an investigative look at the back-stories of MySpace founders Chris DeWolfe and Tom Anderson, who prior to founding the social networking and glitter-gif bohemoth dabbled in porn, hacking, spam and spyware before stumbling on their mega-million-dollar meal ticket. The book is called Stealing Myspace and you can find it here or at an independent bookseller in your neighborhood.
Peter Thiel -- noted gay Silicon Valley libertarian, PayPal co-founder, and the one of the first Facebook investors -- recently penned an essay in which he suggests that the last time one could be "genuinely optimistic" about U.S. politics was just before dames got the right to vote. In Cato Unbound, a site run by libertarian-ish Cato Institute, Thiel suggests the following.
Ever hug a bottle of cheap vodka caked with cocaine residue? That's what hugging a journalist is like. And this Sunday, Feb. 15, is Hug a Journalist Day -- at least according to this newly created holiday on Facebook.
We've had to curb our games of Scrabulous since Phllyist's editor can't stop kicking our ass raw red at it since we no longer have time to play. But over the last few months, FB users have been pulling out their hair over the mere thought of the game getting yanked. Hasbro freaked out, or something like that. Anyway, according to the SJ Merc, Scrabulous, which has over 5 million users, is staying put. Which leads us to this: Anyone know of a good Boggle application? (Boggle is, after all, the superior word game.)
Luring us in with "just the kind of quirky San Francisco event that SFist readers would be interested in," a PR company sent us word today of a zany pre-Valentine's Day activity that's happening right this very second! It seems that a woman -- a woman who looks like she has no trouble finding a date whatsoever, God bless her -- is looking for love. Check it:
Image credit: Signe's Blog
Let's get a look at your legs, San Francisco! Saturday, January 12 is the annual "No Pants" subway ride, as originated in NYC by Improv Everywhere and elevated to fame by Ira Glass. The details are as follows:
Every year, California fills out a bunch of forms, dots a lot of i's, and writes up some reports to send off to the EPA for permission to be granted a waiver from EPA rules to create their own carbon dioxide emission limits. This all started in the 70s when California pollution wasn't so groovy and was made more of a priority recently when the state decided to do something about Global Warming as the Federal Government was too busy thinking Global Warming was nothing but the blabberings of a bunch of tree-hugging hippies and wanted that cute little polar bear to die. Everytime the state had sent out the request, the state had been granted a waiver. But not this year-- our request just got ixnayed.
Not to be outdone by their wicked step-sister, UCLA, who all too tastefully/boringly galloped about in their panties on the streets of LA, UC Berkeley also had its traditional end-of-semester streak last week. But they did it in the raw. Hee.
The sexy cats over at ValleyWag have the fresh MySpace office shots that you want. Or not.
It seems the world of dating has moved beyond breaking up on post-its into the new world of breaking up via Facebook status. That's rough. Breakups are hard enough to go through without spreading the news in front of all your virtual friends.