Friday, December 24, 2004
Here's a new group of Johnson Details. Recommend view as slide show. The ones mentioned in the November 27 post are so blurry they'll have to go.
Monday, December 20, 2004
Wednesday, December 08, 2004
Inference Group: Dasher Project: Home is a link especially for one of Canessa's friends who has ALS. Keep hope alive, and for you poets out there, this is certified fun by the BC. Words stream on to the page.
Saturday, December 04, 2004
The Canessa Reading Series turns 21 in 2005, making it one of the longest-running independent poetry reading series in San Francisco. Jim Hartz, Ben Friedlander and Laura Moriarty started it in 1984 as an extension of the Tassajara Bakery series at Cole and Carl, itself an extension of the Grand Piano series. Hartz, former director of Intersection when it was on Union Street, was director of the SFSU Poetry Center at the time. Moriarty handed the Canessa series over to Spencer Selby in 1986, who ran it for six years. After that, Colleen Lookingbill and Jordan Zorker ran it for two years before handing over to the current coordinator, Avery Burns in 1995.
Monday, November 29, 2004
Vianya.net : We've Got Molten Rock: "They said that since the ash was dark, they couldn't see it falling from the sky, it just sort of appeared in the yard. The eruption went on for nine hours, can you imagine?"
Saturday, November 27, 2004
One of the prints in the Grant Johnson exhibition closing Friday, December 24, Sunrise, Napa Valley, 9910300427, inspires a new online gallery of Johnson Details, which show some of the unique aspects of Johnson's achievement as a studio printmaker. He started in art school as a painter interested in pointillism in the manner of George Seurat and Paul Signac, but that was too slow, he said. Then, when computers with graphic capabilities came along in the early eighties, he tried pointillism again using early pixel paint programs and a bitpad with somewhat more success, except there was no output capability. Eventually the tools came together, a sufficiently powerful, yet affordable platform, major investment in a large format inkjet printer, scanners and Photoshop. Like the old masters, Johnson relies on optics, this time in the form of photography, heavily mediated by his process, and always rendered in dots (or points), just as in his first efforts, a vibrant optical mixing of pure colors, no muddying.
Tourgueniev ce héros posts on graffiti, an art based on flight, aerosol of spray paint and fleeting spaces, such as walls, doors, trains.
Wednesday, November 24, 2004
Jacket 12 - Larry Smith - Kenneth Patchen - Poetry and Jazz days, 1957-1959, a chronicle of the birth of a form
‘I breathe the same air as Liberace’
Gabion: Shock of the new, or chill of the morgue? The terminally tasteful new Museum of Modern Art in New York. 1/2 via things:
Most big art museums started off life as houses - rich people's houses, with rich people's art in them. This was as true in 1929 when New York's Museum of Modern Art was founded, as it was in the 18th century when the national collections of European countries were being amassed. Despite successive waves of rebuilding and expansion, MoMA always kept something of that domestic feel. No longer. It has become the world's biggest corporate office foyer.
Friday, November 19, 2004
Chaleff & Rogers, Architects - powered by smugmug from a friend of Canessa. This is green architecture, SIPs, at least somewhere, since the friend has been piecing together panels for over a year.
Thursday, November 04, 2004
Monday, November 01, 2004
Wednesday, October 27, 2004
www.grantjohnsonart.com coming to Canessa. The link to the "The Other Side of the Valley (Wine Country Home)" defeats the Black Cat, so you'll just have to come to the upcoming November exhibition.
~~ululations~~: "Introduction for Sawako Nakayasu at the Bowery Poetry Club, 'a field of fried umbrellas'," Sawako Nakayasu - Read and Texture Notes…
the well-nourished moon: Report: Sarah Manguso & Jordan Davis & Chris Edgar land in California
Canessa Park was perfect. I sat between Del Ray Cross and James. Sarah's friend Kayne was there, and Kayne's boyfriend I think, who isn't a poet but who seemed similarly inflamed. He interrogated Jordan about poetry in the bar later (Why did you choose poetry over the other arts. How do you all find each other. What do you do. Why do you do it. Wherefore poetry?) OK so I also interrogated Jordan but know today that I missed so many questions I wanted to ask and repeated several obvious ones twice or even three times as the night went on. Bushmills. The bartender asking the waitress if we were a bunch of Irish protestants in the corner. Canessa Park was perfect because of the light. And the turquoise doors. And the brick. And the people in the wooden chairs, and remembering Peter Gizzi and Elizabeth Willis standing in front of the desk reading there and Brent Cunningham sitting at the desk reading there and Andrew Felsinger also sitting. Sarah, Chris and Jordan stood in front of the desk while they read. Intimate as in being able to hear the audience's various types of breath-as-response, one of which is laughter.
I had forgotten about the two turquoise doors to the bathrooms at Canessa, how the sink is wide and public, just outside the turquoise doors, and how washing my hands there feels communal and safe.
Jordan said that he'd wanted to read at Canessa since either 1996 or 2000, I can't remember which trip.…
Here is the love poem Del wrote during the reading last night:I love you against the red bricks
your mouth is sort of open
and you wonder if I'm
breathing on you as
you lean against the
red bricks with your
mouth slightly open
I believe I could
find you easily
even though
it is a shame
you are not here
against the red
(orange and pink)
bricks which I
push you into
so hard
you don't want me to
and yet you let me
look at the socket
beneath your cheeks
aqua blue
which the spotlight lights
where the paintings
are supposed to be
where you lean
slightly against your
open mouth
and its red bricks
so discordant
Monday, October 11, 2004
Cansessa Park Reading Series
708 Montgomery Street @ Montgomery
San Francisco, CA
Admission $5
Sunday October 24th @ 5 pm
Sawako Nakayasu / Eric Selland
Come hear the authors and some translations of 20th
Century Japanese poets: Takashi Hiraide, Ryoko
Sekiguchi, Chika Sagawa, Masato Inagawa, Ayane Kawata,
and Hirata Toshiko.
Sawako Nakayasu writes poetry, prose, and performance
text, and translates poetry from Japanese to English.
Her first book, So we have been given time Or,
(Verse, 2004) was selected for the 2003 Verse Prize.
Other works include Clutch (Tinfish chapbook, 2002),
Balconic (Duration e-book, 2003) and Nothing fictional
but accuracy or arrangement (she (e-Faux, 2003). She
edits Factorial Press and the translation section for
HOW2, and can be contacted at sawako at factorial stop org.
Eric Selland's translations of Japanese Modernist and
contemporary poets have appeared in a variety of
journals and anthologies, most recently in The Poem
Behind the Poem: Translating Asian Poetry on Copper
Canyon Press. He is a long time resident of the Bay
Area, currently living on the peninsula where he works
as a technical translator. His most recent book of
poems is The Condition of Music on Sink Press.
A sampling of poetry trans. by Nakayasu:
Sagawa:
Like a cloud
Insects pierce green through the orchard
crawl the undersides of leaves
ceaselessly multiplying.
Mucous expelled from nostrils
seem like blue mist falling.
At times, they
without a sound flutter and vanish into the sky.
The ladies, always with irritation in their eyes
gather the unripe fruit.
Countless scars are attached to the sky.
Hanging like elbows.
And then I see,
the orchard cleaving from the center.
A bare patch emerges there, burning like a cloud.
Hiraide:
18.
May the danger which has grown hairs always be holding
your hand. May the unjust prayers and select worries
keep rocking my lungs. And then without the days going
by, or the ability ever to confirm the sound of love,
may the ashes of the bones of stories repeatedly
burned cook our deeds inside the furnace of the truth
of things destroyed.
54.
Midway down the deep darkness of the trash bin, the
kid plum finally caught on. Á°h, I am about to rot
away, without ever having leapt, never having known
anything tough and shiny. And then, through the wet
wrappers and bread crumbs, he slid down two
body-lengths. Cheering is heard from afar.
Kawata:
3.
Flinging inwards
and further in
the innocent window
Screams are forced to run radiantly and full speed
From Seal
by Inagawa Masato
(Tr. Eric Selland)
People continuously scatter
Here and there
Words also scatter
Here and there
Not withstanding a period of discord
The position of death darkening to green
Shifts to a position of minute solitude
Limitlessly blurring the position of the work
Then deriding both failure and hope
He pursues a frenzied, round life
Their number left the same
Cut off from the original intent
Each thing supported made over again
And steadily on into something too deficient
He loses the words before his very eyes
To an unsaid punishment
Repeatedly he discards the same name and commentary
Even to this long period of discord of the metaphor of
the work
He answers only with his own name and identity
from "Arc Tangent":
Outside the sentence
Rain is falling
As if a porous film
Set between waking and sleep.
The parched mouth and
Uneasiness of night remain.
It dissolves. The sickness does not dissolve.
Always the expected visit
The order to awaken
And selection
The water mark
Mirror in my sleep
Measuring the presence of light.
<<<<<
Hope to see you there,
Avery Burns
Literary Director
Canessa Park Reading Series
708 Montgomery Street @ Montgomery
San Francisco, CA
Admission $5
Sunday October 24th @ 5 pm
Sawako Nakayasu / Eric Selland
Come hear the authors and some translations of 20th
Century Japanese poets: Takashi Hiraide, Ryoko
Sekiguchi, Chika Sagawa, Masato Inagawa, Ayane Kawata,
and Hirata Toshiko.
Sawako Nakayasu writes poetry, prose, and performance
text, and translates poetry from Japanese to English.
Her first book, So we have been given time Or,
(Verse, 2004) was selected for the 2003 Verse Prize.
Other works include Clutch (Tinfish chapbook, 2002),
Balconic (Duration e-book, 2003) and Nothing fictional
but accuracy or arrangement (she (e-Faux, 2003). She
edits Factorial Press and the translation section for
HOW2, and can be contacted at sawako at factorial stop org.
Eric Selland's translations of Japanese Modernist and
contemporary poets have appeared in a variety of
journals and anthologies, most recently in The Poem
Behind the Poem: Translating Asian Poetry on Copper
Canyon Press. He is a long time resident of the Bay
Area, currently living on the peninsula where he works
as a technical translator. His most recent book of
poems is The Condition of Music on Sink Press.
A sampling of poetry trans. by Nakayasu:
Sagawa:
Like a cloud
Insects pierce green through the orchard
crawl the undersides of leaves
ceaselessly multiplying.
Mucous expelled from nostrils
seem like blue mist falling.
At times, they
without a sound flutter and vanish into the sky.
The ladies, always with irritation in their eyes
gather the unripe fruit.
Countless scars are attached to the sky.
Hanging like elbows.
And then I see,
the orchard cleaving from the center.
A bare patch emerges there, burning like a cloud.
Hiraide:
18.
May the danger which has grown hairs always be holding
your hand. May the unjust prayers and select worries
keep rocking my lungs. And then without the days going
by, or the ability ever to confirm the sound of love,
may the ashes of the bones of stories repeatedly
burned cook our deeds inside the furnace of the truth
of things destroyed.
54.
Midway down the deep darkness of the trash bin, the
kid plum finally caught on. Á°h, I am about to rot
away, without ever having leapt, never having known
anything tough and shiny. And then, through the wet
wrappers and bread crumbs, he slid down two
body-lengths. Cheering is heard from afar.
Kawata:
3.
Flinging inwards
and further in
the innocent window
Screams are forced to run radiantly and full speed
From Seal
by Inagawa Masato
(Tr. Eric Selland)
People continuously scatter
Here and there
Words also scatter
Here and there
Not withstanding a period of discord
The position of death darkening to green
Shifts to a position of minute solitude
Limitlessly blurring the position of the work
Then deriding both failure and hope
He pursues a frenzied, round life
Their number left the same
Cut off from the original intent
Each thing supported made over again
And steadily on into something too deficient
He loses the words before his very eyes
To an unsaid punishment
Repeatedly he discards the same name and commentary
Even to this long period of discord of the metaphor of
the work
He answers only with his own name and identity
from "Arc Tangent":
Outside the sentence
Rain is falling
As if a porous film
Set between waking and sleep.
The parched mouth and
Uneasiness of night remain.
It dissolves. The sickness does not dissolve.
Always the expected visit
The order to awaken
And selection
The water mark
Mirror in my sleep
Measuring the presence of light.
<<<<<
Hope to see you there,
Avery Burns
Literary Director
Canessa Park Reading Series
Wednesday, October 06, 2004
Wednesday, September 29, 2004
Friday, September 24, 2004
Wednesday, September 22, 2004
Untitled Page (Anthony Carriere, a horizontal Washington (New Orleans?) travelogue, like a drive-by) via Eyebeam reBlog
Sunday, September 12, 2004
Gerry Spence : An attorney for justice and freedom… He wrote a book called How to Win an Argument and Win Every Time. Read it!
Here's the index of ylem and an old article about Trudy Myrrh Reagan, Beyond the C.P. Snow split. She shows this month at Canessa. A hanging textile with fine lettering along the edges and a scientific design in the center, maybe 8 x 8 feet, blows gently in the breeze at the entrance to the gallery.
Sunday, September 05, 2004
Telegraph Hill | by Christopher P. Verplanck | September 2002
Largely spared by the earthquake and subsequent firestorm that destroyed most of Victorian San Francisco in 1906, Telegraph Hill is home to San Francisco’s largest concentration of pre-1870 structures, with a handful of buildings dating back to the 1850s.…and more.
Wednesday, September 01, 2004
Home of Book Creation Coach, by two friends of Canessa, Craig K. Comstock, the coach, and Shoshanah Dubiner who shows and stages events in the gallery.
Friday, August 27, 2004
ShootColumbus.com is a new photo site by Chris Church from Canessa documenting Columbus Avenue urban spaces.
Sunday, August 22, 2004
FREEWAYBLOGGER.com - Free Speech: Use It or Lose It via wood s lot, "the fitful tracing of a portal."
Yale Bowl:
Big Dog!
(I think that's all there is)
Big Dog,
Big Dog,
Big, big,
Big, big,
Big Dog!
Bull-dog! Bull-dog! Bow, wow, wow,Big Dog,
Eli Yale!
Bull-dog! Bull-dog! Bow, wow, wow,
Our team can never fail.
When the sons of Eli break through the line,
That is the sign we hail,
Bull-dog! Bull-dog! Bow, wow, wow,
Eli Yale!
Big Dog!
(I think that's all there is)
Big Dog,
Big Dog,
Big, big,
Big, big,
Big Dog!
Saturday, August 14, 2004
Thursday, August 05, 2004
Tactical Sound Garden [ TSG ] Toolkit is an and / mark shepard project to plant three-dimensional sounds along streets using WIFI that creates a common alternative to commercialized public spaces. It is about replacing corporate advertising with something more social than personal mp3 player or ipod sound. Via Elastico "Cities of Sound."
Wednesday, July 21, 2004
Space and Culture : The International Journal of Social Spaces, "The Subconscious Art of Graffiti Removal,"site via elasticpspace
Graffiti removal has become one of the more intriguing and important art movements of the early twenty-first century. With roots in Abstract Expressionism, Minimalism and Russian Constructivism, graffiti removal is both a progressive continuation of these movements and an important step in the future of modern art. What makes graffiti removal particularly intriguing, though, is that the artists creating it are unconscious of their artistic achievements.
Sunday, July 18, 2004
�photo-blogg.de� .:. die Photounity mit dem Blogg: "
Fotoprojekt Berlin Alexanderplatz," an example of celebrating an urban space…
Fotoprojekt Berlin Alexanderplatz," an example of celebrating an urban space…
Saturday, July 17, 2004
Sunday, July 11, 2004
Saturday, July 10, 2004
folding chairs through the ages, and why? Because folding chairs / side-X (pivot under the seat-level) (page 1) has a picture of Canessa's familiar
boat folding chair,
anonymous origin,
europe, 20th century
boat folding chair,
anonymous origin,
europe, 20th century
Sunday, July 04, 2004
Wednesday, June 30, 2004
Melvin Belli's Largest Creditors & Lawsuits From 11/95 Bankruptcy: "Melvin Belli's Largest Creditors &
Lawsuits From 11/95 Bankruptcy"
Lawsuits From 11/95 Bankruptcy"
San Francisco / History / Time / Place: "Barbary Coast was the haunt of the low and vile of every kind. The petty thief, the house burglar, the tramp, the whoremonger, lewd women, cut-throats and murderers, all are found there. Dance-houses and concert saloons, where bleary-eyed men and faded women drink vile liquor, smoke offensive tobacco, engage in vulgar conduct, sing obscene songs, and say and do everything to heap upon themselves more degradation, unrest and misery."
OUR LANDMARKS ARE BEING DESTROYED
HELP US SAVE THE BELLI BUILDINGS!
STOP THE DISMANTLING OF ONE OF THE OLDEST AND MOST IMPORTANT HISTORIC LANDMARKS IN SAN FRANCISCO.
Nancy Ho Belli has engaged in a 14-year campaign to destroy the historic Belli Buildings by breaking the law and defying court orders.
Please join us to protest her outrageous and illegal actions!
WEDNESDAY, JUNE 30
10:00—11:00AM
BELLI BUILDINGS
722—728 MONTGOMERY STREET
San Francisco Facilities in the 1850s: "Large water wagons furnished water to houses. Each house had a barrel in the kitchen to be filled."
National Register of Historical Places - CALIFORNIA (CA), San Francisco County: "CALIFORNIA - San Francisco County - Vacant / Not In Use," maybe…
USS Potomac (yacht) --World War II in the San Francisco Bay Area: A National Register of Historic Places Travel Itinerary: "The USS Potomac was built in 1934 as the Coast Guard cutter Electra. The 165-foot vessel, weighing 376 gross tons and cruising at speeds of 10 to 13 knots, was commissioned as a U.S. Navy vessel in 1936. It was renamed the USS Potomac and served as Franklin Delano Roosevelt's presidential yacht until his death in 1945."
Let's Go - San Francisco - North Beach: "When Water St. marked the end of San Francisco and the beginning of the Bay, sunny North Beach served as a first stop for waves of immigrants in the 19th and early 20th centuries." Tourist fun.
Saturday, June 26, 2004
got democracy? attacked somewhat on Montgomery Street at Melvin Belli's Law Offices construction site…
Wednesday, June 23, 2004
Risky Buildings via things is an attractive approach to cataloging modern buildings under threat of demoliton, easily ignored because it's far away, but then again…
Friday, June 18, 2004
99ROOMS.COM, so Flash, but if you have the time, maybe a half hour, for a dark, Hieronymus Bosch experience, click through, via K10K.
Wednesday, June 16, 2004
Kathleen Laraia McLaughlin's Photography via philo hagen's home page. A BC selection is Boys, Bontida, Romania, 2002.
Sunday, June 13, 2004
CAPOBIANCO GALLERY :: LORI HAIGH :: the gallery lives on in poignant movies. Long live Capobianco Gallery.
SchlessNet_4, a Flash site, is the home of Ben Schlessinger, whose paintings are on view this month at Canessa. It's phenomenal to see oil paintings on panel with the heightened perspective and sensibility of surrealism.
Thursday, June 03, 2004
Yesterday the Black Cat painted the skylights white. It is cooler inside now, and there is still a view of the TransAmerica Pyramid through a clear pane. A mirror by Roger Berry still hangs. What is the color temperature? Don't know. The picture is in San Francisco, CA, Wednesday, June 2, 2004, 1:30pm.
Monday, May 31, 2004
Wacky Neighbor: Flaunt it, Baby!: Manhattenhenge as in Stonehenge, where the sun aligns with the street grid via kottke, today's remaindered…
National Geography Bee: 2004 Winners:
Winning question: Peshawar, a city in the North-West Frontier Province of Pakistan, has had strategic importance for centuries because of its location near what historic pass?Andrew Wojtanik, the 14-year-old winner created a 400 page study guide with the names of mountains and rivers, and notice National Geographic provides a smaller one as well.
Answer: Khyber Pass
20 illustrations, 10 maps. 128 pages. Softcover. 6'' x 9''. © 2001
For ages 9 to 12.
Saturday, May 29, 2004
San Francisco Examiner: Last straw for art gallery and the web page for the gallery itself, while it lasts, is very instructive on what happens when art is sadly misunderstood. Consider how others might address the same theme quite casually and politically.
Portrait: portraits, portrait artist, portrait painting, custom oil portrait, portrait painter, custom portrait, oil portrait, portrait oil painting, oil portrait artist, oil paint portrait, painted portrait and they want your email address. Well, it's worth a peek. "Artists - Earn a $100k/yr. income." Let's see, there's also Thomas Kinkade as Kenneth Baker reviews him a while back or USA TODAY. Curiously, Hiddenbooke in Vallejo, if it's the same Hiddenbrooke Salon writes about two years ago, does not display the Kinkade name, but apparently the art criticisms endure, some related to the subdivision.
Artwork SF sends out cards of group shows they do. There are many concurrent shows in coffeehouses, and perhaps they accept artists, but there are over 100 as it is.
Friday, May 28, 2004
Chris Coolpix of the Day › Special Collections › Jeanne Maria Tumpane, Canessa Gallery, San Francisco, May, 2004, an exhibitioon of contemporary amulet necklaces closes this weekend. Parties 12-4 Saturday and Sunday, May 29, 30. See Canessa for more info.
Sunday, May 16, 2004
Tuesday, May 04, 2004
Monday, April 26, 2004
Tuesday, April 13, 2004
MSN Careers - Lessons From "The Apprentice" - Career Advice Article: apropos Canessa one-year apprenticeship in architecture. Learn how to practice.
Sunday, April 11, 2004
Saturday, April 10, 2004
The Black Cat
(former)
710 Montgomery
San Francisco
This landmark is the first floor of the Canessa building.
(former)
710 Montgomery
San Francisco
This landmark is the first floor of the Canessa building.
An underground is a loose network of creative people who are denied established outlets for what they do, and the history of an underground is ultimately a history of places, of the gathering points and outlets which grew up spontaneously in bars, cafes, coffee-houses and other hangouts.
Thus the North Beach underground began in the 40s with the Iron Pot, the Black Cat, the old Montgomery block....
The places were important because of the people who congregated there, and because the North Beach underground was never a "movement" with philosophy, credo, or sense of evangelistic mission, but simply people who came and went, sharing certain acquaintances, interests, and hang-ups, sometimes influences, usually rejection....
The Iron Pot, the Black Cat, the old Montgomery block belonged to the tail-end of the Bohemian era, a tradition which established itself around Telegraph Hill when it was little more than grass and shacks in the early years of the century. The Pot and the Cat were Bohemian spots in the classical sense, and so was the generation of artists who centered there: Alex Anderson, who did the Cat's murals; Sargent Johnson, Hassel Smith, Jean Varda, Dong Kingman, Luke Gibney, Beniamino Bufano, Avrum Rubenstein; Pat Cucaro even lived in the Montgomery block, and Sam Francis once sold Henri Lenoir, then the Pot's proprietor, one of the little harbor scenes he was painting then....
The Black Cat was the North Beach setting that Jack Kerouac wrote about in On the Road, but by the time the book was published, the action had shifted elsewhere....—Thomas Albright, "The Elevated Underground: the North Beach Period," Rolling Renaissance: San Francisco Art in Celebration 1945-1968, San Francisco, 1968, Intersection, pp. 15, 16
Friday, April 09, 2004
YLEM (Flash) what's new is already missed (March 10, 2004), but there are similarities between YLEM and Canessa Gallery so keep an eye on both. Flash of a different sort: Canessa puts an ad on craigslist.
Thursday, April 08, 2004
'Golden Gate' by BrennanOB - DPChallenge:
Summer fog has arrived early to the San Francisco Bay, with winter colors ( more intense ) and summer tempatures (colder)
Increased saturation and red shifted hue
Tuesday, April 06, 2004
VanAller's FotoLog, a recent picture of San Francisco from the Marin Headlands, and this one are both worth a look.
Workstation for Rent in Historic Jackson Square: they say just get the word out on craigslist and the people will fall in love with it. Yes, it's shameless promotion of a place that is just as it was after Canessa Printing moved its letterpresses out in 1966.
Bainbridge and Casilear, Sarony Major lithograph: "1851" from Western Hill near the foot of Telegraph Hill (includes view of Rincon Pt.)
MrSID Viewer - View of San Francisco, formerly Yerba Buena, in 1846-7 before the discovery of gold. A copy of this hangs in the history room.
MrSID Viewer - The city of New York. Will L. Taylor, chief draughtsman (1879) via kottke remainder, and oh, how Canessa Park likes maps.
Sunday, April 04, 2004
They're trying to figure out what to do with the Presidio Parade Ground, and they have architects working on it. They have no clue. One lady says, just plant some grass. Maybe she's right. I remember going through there and seeing all the old brick barracks perfectly kept up and full of soldiers I guess. As I was passing by, one poor guy was mowing grass under gunpoint if you can imagine that. A guy in uniform was just sitting there with his gun "supervising" the cutting of the grass. Uniform in those days was Vietnam synthetic all green. Seems like they could still do that, except kind of urban camo CCC and forget the gun, but the Presidio is so market rate it will never happen. It will be a largely vacant office park.
Presidio's parade ground leaves a lot to be desired:
"What you've shown us looks like a high-end shopping mall," one neighbor complained to Sanders during a break. "You don't need fountains and rocks and all that stuff. Just roll out grass and keep it low-key."
Saturday, April 03, 2004
Once upon a time there was a shack on the roof of Canessa with a great view of the TransAmerica Pyramid. The Cat helped take it apart, moved it to the country and rebuilt it completely. It works as a painting studio now.
The Cat remembers a time in San Francisco when there used to be shacks everywhere, not just a bunch of hokey restaurant names, but real shacks. When he was still just a kitty, the Cat used to live out in Dogpatch, and there was a little Bay beach nearby where the Western Pacific had a train ferry. The beach was full of tires, and there was a shack off to the side with the door not really closed. So the kitty went in late one afternoon and it was all a-jumble with junky stuff, but he had the distinct impression it was a household, so he left without disturbing anything.
Then there were all the newspaper shacks. Not the fancy French kiosks, but kind of cobbled together plywood sheds with a little lemonade stand or carnival booth front and flaps that came down at night for padlocking, no two alike, and some were big enough you could live in them, or at least have friends over while you're sitting in there poring over the Racing Form and selling 10-cent papers.
The Cat remembers a time in San Francisco when there used to be shacks everywhere, not just a bunch of hokey restaurant names, but real shacks. When he was still just a kitty, the Cat used to live out in Dogpatch, and there was a little Bay beach nearby where the Western Pacific had a train ferry. The beach was full of tires, and there was a shack off to the side with the door not really closed. So the kitty went in late one afternoon and it was all a-jumble with junky stuff, but he had the distinct impression it was a household, so he left without disturbing anything.
Then there were all the newspaper shacks. Not the fancy French kiosks, but kind of cobbled together plywood sheds with a little lemonade stand or carnival booth front and flaps that came down at night for padlocking, no two alike, and some were big enough you could live in them, or at least have friends over while you're sitting in there poring over the Racing Form and selling 10-cent papers.
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