parking woes

Woody Allen to Film in the Mission Through Next Week, Parking Will Be a Bitch

— By Kevin Montgomery (@kevinmonty) |

Following up on the news that Woody Allen took over the corner of 14th and South Van Ness earlier today, Matt Graves shares the filming notice being circulated around the Mission this morning.  They'll be on 20th between Valencia and Mission, Lexington between 19th and 21st, and San Carlos near 20th through Wednesday next week.  They've also blocked off most of Capp between 19th and 20th for trailers.

Previously on Uptown Almanac: 

Overnight Parking on 24th is the Worst

— By Kevin Montgomery (@kevinmonty) |

Sierra Frost has a few ideas who—or what—might have committed this bowel atrocity last night:

I can only think of two possible ways this might have happened. Either there’s a flock of pterodactyls hanging out above El Delfin, or the Mission Serial Rapist decided to serial rape my car.

Ouch.

(And speaking of Sierra, her band, The Downer Party, recently went back into the studio and to recording a whole bunch of new music for their new disc)

Parking Drama

— By Kevin Montgomery (@kevinmonty) |

I haven't owned a car in years, so I'm pretty oblivious to the scarcity of parking in San Francisco.  However, I guess parking in the Mission is quickly turning into a big pain in the ass: Willie Brown bitches about it,  SFMTA says that 30% of cars driving on SF's roads are actively looking for parking, and I've been seeing more people holding spots than I have in years past.  Then there was this scene the other night, which actually required some third party peace negotiators to mediate the parking fight.

In short, the girl holding something like 5 handbags and wearing bright white shoes was standing in a spot outside of Beauty Bar, holding it for her friend. The driver of the Aztec showed up and began to park his car as if the girl wasn't there.  The girl, generally indifferent, looked up from her iPhone as his bumper inched closer to her to yell “I'm standing here!,” and then went back to thumbing her cell. The driver lowered his window, yelled back “I'm parking here!,” and the back and forth went on from there. Eventually a delegation of space savies experts rolled up from the sidewalk and convinced the guy to move along, asserting that it was her space because she was standing in it.  However, it took a few minutes of the guy protesting about “how hard it is to park around here.”

Glad I learned how to ride a bike.

San Franciscans Have Far Too Much Time On Their Hands

— By Kevin Montgomery (@kevinmonty) |

I've seen my fair share of needlessly long and bitchy parking notes in my days in SF, but this note spotted by the Tenderloin Geographic Society really takes the cake.  Not only does this notemaker own a car and a color printer, suggesting they actually have a job that allows them to afford such niceties, but they also have a spare 45 minutes to write such a condescending rant before leaving the house.  You think we'd all have better things to do with our time than spend it on a stranger whom doesn't even bother to hang such literature on the refridgerator for friends and family to jest over for months to come, but rather discards it on the street for cars, pedristrians, and pigeons to beat into the ground until the internet has a chance to document it.

A waste, really.

Previously on Uptown Almanac: