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When Adobe Books' landlord raised the 25-year-old bookshop's rent from $4,500 to $6,000 last spring, the shop and the community it serves rallied for its future. Authors Stephen Elliott, Rebecca Solnit, Michelle Tea, and musicians The Dodos held in-store fundraisers that saw overflow crowds spill out into the street.  Over 600 people donated to an Indiegogo fundraising campaign to save Adobe and create a co-op to manage it.  Just last week the fundraiser successfully raised $60,000, giving the shop at least a year of rent money.

"It's obvious the community supports us," Liz, one of Adobe's employees, told me this morning as she sorted a box of yellowing Playboys.

But their landlord was less inspired by the effort.  They responded by further raising the shop's rent to $8,000 and demanding improvements be made to the space.

"We cleaned up everything, reorganized the space, even painted behind bookcases... spots that haven't needed to be painted since forever."

Unfortunately that hasn't been enough for the landlord--they have decided they want Adobe out.  And they're being emboldened by a fashion retailer valued at $2.3 billion and traded on the New York Stock Exchange.

According to public records, Fifth & Pacific Companies Inc.--better known by their former name, Liz Claiborne Inc.--has been eying Adobe's storefront at 3166 16th Street since at least July 30th of last year, when Melissa Xides, the self-described "co-leader" of Fifth & Pacific's upscale Jack Spade label, wrote to the San Francisco Planning Department asking if the company fell into the city's "formula retail" category.

"I am writing on behalf of the fashion retailer Jack Spade to request a Letter of Determination regarding a proposed retail store that Jack Spade is pursuing on 16th Street in the Valencia Street NC district," the letter began. "Jack Spade designs men’s bags, accessories and apparel that blend functionality and style. Jack Spade is based in New York City and only has seven stores in the United States. We are not a Formula Retail store and are asking for confirmation of this from the Planning Department."

"Jack Spade stores operate more like a traditional haberdashery with a focus on customer service and relationships with our clients and community... direct community outreach is very important to the Jack Spade brand team."

While the Planning Department later agreed Jack Spade wasn't formula retail, citing their relative independence from their monied parent company, the business has been remarkably secretive about their plans.  They have held no public meetings about their move into the Mission District, the job ads for the soon-to-be-opened store do not disclose the neighborhood it will be located in, and the staff of Adobe has been kept in the dark from their landlord (Liz told us she knew "nothing" about Jack Spade's intentions).  Another source told us that representatives from Jack Spade allegedly went into neighboring retailer Idol Vintage "without warning" and "literally measured the store with a tape measurer" with future expansions in mind.

With Jack Spade's deep pockets giving Adobe's landlord unmatchable financial leverage over the small used bookstore, getting pushed out of their home since 1988 is almost certain.  "It just doesn't make sense to run a bookshop [when paying] $8,000 a month in rent," Liz conceded, acknowledging the shop is bracing for a forced relocation.

"There's just no way."

Representatives for Jack Spade could not be reached for comment.

Why was there an adorable and fairly bummed out-looking donkey hanging out on a Mission street corner yesterday?  He was in town for Rock Bar's 1st birthday party, of course!

Fortunately for all us who missed the donkey show, Lindsey was on the scene to get his story:

His name is Jeremy, 25 years old, came from 30 miles west of Yosemite.  Can't tell ya much about the event though cause I just went for the ass.

Hopefully someone gave that poor lil' guy a Xanax.

In an obvious attempt to gin up their alt cred, the New York Times recently swung through the Mission during an otherwise "old news" San Francisco bar crawl. (Unless you haven't heard of Vesuvio and Tosca, in which case it is most definitely new news.)  The result?  Rite Spot, a beloved but thankfully sparsely trafficked bar, made their favorites list.  And their enthusiasm jumped off the page:

Rite Spot Cafe looks like a white tablecloth Italian restaurant about to breathe its last.

Normally I'd criticize them for this sorry observation, but if anyone knows anything about having one foot in the grave, it's The Times.

Does this mean fancy, borderline-discerning Times readers will start flocking to an our favorite Italian restaurant that serves $4 whiskey shots?  Is Rite Spot over? (Also, did I really just link to a clip from Portlandia? Can someone start a Change.org petition to have me banned from life?)  We can only hope not.

[via Grub Street | Photo by Ariel Dovas]

Bicycle Chop Shop Pops-Up Outside of SOMA StrEAT Food Park

Categorized: Bicycles, SOMA
Tagged: bike thieves

6th and Market has been long known as the place to (hopefully) recover your stolen bike.  But from the looks of it, our city's transient population of afflicted gutter punks has wised up and moved their operation to the more tony neighborhood of Folsom and Division.  SF Citizen uncovered the operation:

They keep their inventory in the four giant tents you can see on this particular block of Division

And their vans, always with the vans.

In fact, these guys are just like the A-Team. You’ve got Mad Dog Murdock on the left there, building away, and there’s B. A. Baracus there on the right with his reverse Mohawk. And Hannibal and Faceman are out cruising in the van looking for more bikes.

Sadly, given SFPD's and the DA's notoriously unfortunate attitude towards arresting and prosecuting bike thieves, we can only imagine this scheme will be met with the very same brand of mob justice that eventually took down Bobby the Bike Thief.

[SF Citizen]

Bicycle Chop Shop Pops-Up Outside of SOMA StrEAT Food Park

Categorized: Bicycles, SOMA
Tagged: bike thieves

6th and Market has been long known as the place to (hopefully) recover your stolen bike.  But from the looks of it, our city's transient population of afflicted gutter punks has wised up and moved their operation to the more tony neighborhood of Folsom and Division.  SF Citizen uncovered the operation:

They keep their inventory in the four giant tents you can see on this particular block of Division

And their vans, always with the vans.

In fact, these guys are just like the A-Team. You’ve got Mad Dog Murdock on the left there, building away, and there’s B. A. Baracus there on the right with his reverse Mohawk. And Hannibal and Faceman are out cruising in the van looking for more bikes.

Sadly, given SFPD's and the DA's notoriously unfortunate attitude towards arresting and prosecuting bike thieves, we can only imagine this scheme will be met with the very same brand of mob justice that eventually took down Bobby the Bike Thief.

[SF Citizen]

Dolores Park picnickers without a pot to piss in will soon have a pod to piss in.  Or something.  Anyway, it's called the "pPod" (or, as we prefer to call it, "The Masturbation Station") and city officials hope to include it in next year's renovation of Dolores Park.

The thinking is the European-style pissoir will help curb all the public urination that happens on warm days in the park, when everyone balloons up on warm Tecate and elects to wash down the Muni tracks instead of wait in the 20+ minute bathroom lines.

According to SocketSite, which seems to fancy itself as the number one source for piss press, "The pissoir would have a front and back semi-circle screen consisting of specialized wire fencing covered with vines a three-foot diameter concrete base and a sanitary drain with a fine mesh grate. A user would enter the pissoir from the existing north-south internal pathway and face the interior of the Park."  There will also be a one-way drain to prevent it from smelling, poles to prevent the inevitable drunken popping of squatting, and no sink for the hands you weren't going to wash anyway.

Of course, while we're sure most reasonable people think this is a fine development for the park, it seems "plugged in" park neighbors are already voicing their criticisms in SocketSite's comments.  As one proclaims, "I live right across the street from this proposed 'pPod' and fear that this will cause a lot more problems down the road with odor, nudity, and the list can go on (none of it is positive). How do we avoid this from getting installed? I want to prevent my neighborhood from becoming like the Tenderloin."  Or, as another puts it, "The very idea of a pissoir seems sexist."

Given the mounting opposition, we're sure it'll be another 18-36 months of lengthy community meetings before this titular homage to Steve Jobs is installed.

[SocketSite]

While San Francisco's State Senator Mark Leno is busy trying to extend California's last call until 4 a.m., city Supervisor David Campos is taking a much more puritanical stance on alcohol sales. [Campos misspoke, see update below]

"I'm for limiting the sale of small alcohol bottles," the Mission District's supervisor, who hopes to join Leno in Sacramento in 2014, told a crowd of 35 during last Thursday's meeting of the Lower 24th Merchant's & Neighbors Association.  He also stated that they "create a number of problems," but did not elaborate further before changing the subject.

The statement came amidst a discussion about preserving 24th Street's vibrancy, with local merchants hoping that easing the Mission's liquor license moratorium on small, predominately Latino grocers will abate 24th's recent upscale restaurant boom by opening the markets to new sources of revenue.  The current prohibitions on liquor licenses favor large, corporate businesses at the expense of small neighborhood markets, such as Casa Lucas on 24th and Alabama.

Currently, a market must be over 5,000 sq ft to apply for a license--smaller neighborhood markets are prohibited from obtaining one--and obey a strict set of limitations as to what they can and cannot sell.

Campos indicated that he supports allowing all markets, regardless of size, to obtain liquor licenses, but supports controlling what they can and cannot sell for an unspecified public good.  We are left to speculate that banning tall boys is Campos's strategy for fighting alcoholism and vagrancy, which strikes us as a very ineffective and Bloombergian solution to a noticeably declining problem.

We reached out to Campos's staff for clarification on his position, but are yet to hear back.  In the meantime, we're ever-so glad Dolores Park falls outside his jurisdiction.

Updated @ 5:40pm: Campos's aide Nate Albee got back to us and clarified his position.  Campos had meant to say that he supports the ABC regulations as they stand now, which ban "airplane bottles" (usually sized between 1 or 2 ounces) of hard booze and individual beer bottles less than 24oz from being sold in grocery stores, and he merely wants to expand the pool of businesses that can apply for licenses to sell liquor.  Needless to say, his remarks didn't come out clearly.

Campos hopes to file legislation in the coming weeks to allow small grocery stores to sell beer and wine.

Google and other corporate shuttles have been disrupting life in the Mission, SOMA, and other neighborhoods easily accessible by the 101 for some time now.  But, despite the oft-repeated claim that they help reduce congestion, pollution, and allow employees to go car-free, it's being found that they're just displacing the congestion from the highways and moving it into our neighborhoods.  Tony Kelly, president of the Potrero Boosters Neighborhood Association, reports in today's Chronicle:

[People driving around the Mission] are commuting here, parking their cars for the day, and then biking, walking or hopping on a private shuttle bus to their jobs. For them, the Mission is their free public parking lot.

San Francisco's parking enforcer, the Municipal Transportation Agency, tells us that on a typical day more than 80 percent of the cars parked on crowded northeast Mission streets arrive from elsewhere.

The situation is particular pronounced in the northeast Mission, where historically industrial streets are not covered by residential parking permits.

The parking crunch would have traditionally lead to a new resident parking district, allowing residents to park (for free) all day long, with commuters having to move their cars after 1 to 2 hours.  As Kelly puts it, "that's been a key part of San Francisco's 'transit-first' policy, which is designed to keep residents' and commuters' cars at home."

However, the city is instead looking to blanket the northeast Mission with parking meters, both on commercial and mixed-use residential/commercial streets, with hourly prices that fluctuate based on demand.

Kelly accuses the city of "turning its back on decades of transit-first policy" at the expense of Mission residents.  But, really, it seems that MTA is just looking to cash in on the commuter's laziness.

[SFGate | Photo by The Tens]

Google and other corporate shuttles have been disrupting life in the Mission, SOMA, and other neighborhoods easily accessible by the 101 for some time now.  But, despite the oft-repeated claim that they help reduce congestion, pollution, and allow employees to go car-free, it's being found that they're just displacing the congestion from the highways and moving it into our neighborhoods.  Tony Kelly, president of the Potrero Boosters Neighborhood Association, reports in today's Chronicle:

[People driving around the Mission] are commuting here, parking their cars for the day, and then biking, walking or hopping on a private shuttle bus to their jobs. For them, the Mission is their free public parking lot.

San Francisco's parking enforcer, the Municipal Transportation Agency, tells us that on a typical day more than 80 percent of the cars parked on crowded northeast Mission streets arrive from elsewhere.

The situation is particular pronounced in the northeast Mission, where historically industrial streets are not covered by residential parking permits.

The parking crunch would have traditionally lead to a new resident parking district, allowing residents to park (for free) all day long, with commuters having to move their cars after 1 to 2 hours.  As Kelly puts it, "that's been a key part of San Francisco's 'transit-first' policy, which is designed to keep residents' and commuters' cars at home."

However, the city is instead looking to blanket the northeast Mission with parking meters, both on commercial and mixed-use residential/commercial streets, with hourly prices that fluctuate based on demand.

Kelly accuses the city of "turning its back on decades of transit-first policy" at the expense of Mission residents.  But, really, it seems that MTA is just looking to cash in on the commuter's laziness.

[SFGate | Photo by The Tens]

Evidence as to why I should be banned from photographing concerts.

Because I've long aspired to be a 28-year-old man at a Third Eye Blind concert, I attended their semi-secret "urban disruptor mechanism"-transported gig last night at Bottom of the Hill.  The show itself was definitely a music concert, and the sea of people who hit puberty around 1997 were thrilled for what seemed to be a once-in-a-lifetime experience to hometown big name perform in a local small venue.  But the real hit happened when lead singer Stephan Jenkins--wearing the same flag-patched leather jacket he wore 16 years ago--shared his thoughts on Valencia Street between songs:

"We're right at that moment before Valencia turns to complete shit."

Damn, pretty rough call from the guys that filmed the video for their breakout hit in front of Boogaloo's.