“No one is quite sure what the robbers were thinking. The paintings were made by Pacifica-based artist Terry Hoff, who’s well-known locally but hardly would seem likely to fetch much on the black market. You gotta hand it to the thieves, though, who disarmed the gallery’s alarm and bypassed a bunch of other valuable stuff, including cameras and computers, in favor of the paintings. They knew what they wanted and how to get it. If only we knew what the heck they were thinking.”—Today’s Mission: 03.21.09 | Mission Loc@l
“That’s what we’ll be missing if the Chron goes under: Nobody in this town will have the clout to make the mayor’s office answer for anything, let alone big business. The work performed by a thousand small blogs may be exceptional, but to be effective a watchdog has to be a big dog. If there’s not at least one news medium that everybody reads … there’s no watchdog.”—Ben Wachs in SF Weekly, via Mission Loc@l
“He joined the Army from 1955 to 1957, working at the National Security Agency. (Lehrer has stated that he invented the Jell-O Shot during this time, as a means of circumventing liquor restrictions.)”—Wikipedia: Tom Lehrer
“The main problem with driving south is San Jose, which threatens to become The Blob That Destroyed Northern California, if it hasn’t already. How can something so nothing go on so long! Sannazay, yeah. Sannazay is probably bigger than S.F. already but who cares. Nobody goes there. It’s simply “San Jose –Next 51 Exits,” or whatever, on the freeway and traffic keeps right on going, albeit at about five miles an hour. Smogville North. Off to the right I could see a vestigial skyline but nothing to get excited about. Now and then a plane seemed to be headed for what the road sign called “San Jose Municipal Airport.” I’ll give them some points for restraint there. It’s not “San Jose International.” Yet.”—
Herb Caen, on the city to the south, 1985 (via mirnanda)
Reblogging since I was literally about to post this (from here, via here).
“This statue of Colonel Sanders was pulled from Osaka’s Dotonbori River on Tuesday afternoon, 24 years after crazed Hanshin Tigers fans tossed it in during a celebration of their team winning the Japanese World Series in 1985. As the legend goes, Tigers fans jumped into the (filthy) river one by one in accordance to each fans’ resemblance to a different Tigers’ player. But when the roll call got to bearded American slugger Randy Bass — who won the Triple Crown that season — no bearded fan could be found. So the crowd stole the statue of Harland Sanders that stood in front of the Dotonbori Kentucky Fried Chicken outlet and tossed it over the railing of the Ebisu Bridge and into the river.”—Deadspin covers the likely end of the ‘Curse of the Colonel’
“'You are a clever little monster,' said the Doctor, tossing off another cognac and placing the glass upon the table with a click. 'A diabolically clever little monster.'
‘That is what I hoped you would realize, Doctor,’ said Steerpike. ‘But haven’t all ambitious people something of the monstrous about them? You, sir, for instance, if you will forgive me, are a little bit monstrous.’”—Mervyn Peake, Titus Groan
“During interviews with dozens of business owners over a span of several months, six people told this newspaper that Yelp sales representatives promised to move or remove negative reviews if their business would advertise. In another six instances, positive reviews disappeared — or negative ones appeared — after owners declined to advertise.”—East Bay Express | Yelp and the Business of Extortion 2.0