SF's finest are warming up to twitter, and thankfully their intent doesn't seem to be anything like back in 2k6 when the Isla Vista cops figured out how to use Facebook to skim the event/party listings and make underage drinking busts at my college era parties.  In fact, SFPD's Richmond station twitter account is actually pretty rad.  

In addition to live-tweeting neighborhood warnings and super interesting crimes you didn't think even existed (see the glued ATM keys above), it seems like their intent is to actually use Twitter as a platform to better serve the community (SHOCKER, AMIRITE?).  According to SF Weekly and SF Appeal's recent coverage, the Richmond station top cop, Captain Richard Corriea, has four officers tweeting from the field and is encouraging more to do the same.  

Time will tell if other SFPD stations catch on (or if the DA bitches them out via “YOU'VE GONE TOO FAR MCBAIN! I WANT YOUR BADGE AND YOUR SMARTPHONE ON MY DESK IN THE MORNING!”) and start using Twitter to do the same, but in the meantime, let's entertain some fantasy SFPD tweets.*

or…

* = No, I don't care if there isn't actually a Dolores Park or Panhandle station, this is an exercise in stroking my imagination. Sexually. Post your own neighborhood SFPD tweets in the comments.

Jouko van der Kruijssen, the man responsible for the rad shot of a biker descending down Hawk Hill AND the shot above, has some photos on display now:

More of my rad HDRs as well as some arguably cheesy ones and regular proper photographs are up in the Blue Danube on 4th Ave and Clement street. (That's the Inner Richmond, so it does require some of you to briefly descend out of Hipster Heaven). They'll be up there til the end of the year. I will not go as far as saying my framed pics make a great Christmas present, but please tell your rich friends that they do.

The Blue Danube is not Four Barrel, Blue Bottle or Ritual Roasters, so it'll probably give you cancer and murder your girlfriend.  However, if you're willing to risk it, you'll be rewarded with fine photography and an early opportunity for holiday shopping.

Last night I had the particular misfortune of being in the Richmond, which is some neighborhood that isn't the Mission.  Instead of being full of taquerias, dive bars and snarky internet assholes with iPhones, it was populated with Chinese restaurants, Chase banks and people generally aware of their surroundings.  Awful.  Anyway, after sneering at the lack of vegan options at the pizza place I went to, I looked up in the air and realized it was pretty outside.  Lucky for you, I had my trusty 7-year old camera that I still don't know how to operate on me at the time.

Of course, if my grainy photography isn't enough to wet your whistle, here's an HDR shot of Dolores Park, the view from the Presidio, and, the most stunning of all, a shot from the Berkeley Hills.

I may be an entitled self-righteous cracker, but I'd rather be that than this shit eating honky.

I had originally hoped for this to be a post of the “awww, see? the po-po ain't so bad!” variety. Sadly, that was not the result.

Just before going to bed I noticed the flash of red and blue lights from outside my window. In the center lane of Geary Blvd was an asian woman standing next to a dead VW Beetle. The lights were off, engine cut, hood popped, and a squad car was parked behind. As traffic diverted around; cued in by the flashing lights of not one but two SFPD patrol cars, the officers approached her with portable car battery jumper kit. I had my “awww” moment, and grabbed my phone to take a picture in case I later deemed the event 'bloggable'.

My positive feelings and good will toward the law enforcement officers of the world hit their peak as the car was resurrected and an ethnic officer explained to the woman that she needed to keep driving to make sure the battery recharged fully. She then put her hands together, made a bowing motion toward the police and said something with an accent that lead me to believe that english was not her first language. That's when all my sentimental feelings came to a screeching halt.

The only white officer, a short sleeved turd donning a shit-eating grin and the car jumper kit, said (very loudly) “WHO YO FRIENDS?” in the most offensive imitation of an asian accent I've ever heard.

“WHO YO FRIENDS? POLICE IS YO FRIENDS! REMEMBER WHO YO FRIENDS!”

I really, really wanted to feel good about the SFPD and cops in general, and for a split second I did. I guess that was naive of me.  Fuck you honky.

UPDATE: 5 minutes later the same two squad cars pulled over a vehicle in the exact same spot. I now recognize the hispanic officer as the same cop who acted as a plain clothes decoy on my block last week. He, along with about 8 motorcycle cop buddies, were running a scam in which he would walk directly into traffic at an intersection without a traffic light or stop sign (AT 8AM DURING THE MORNING COMMUTE YOU FUCKING FUCKS) so they could ticket anyone and everyone who didn't slam on their breaks and get rear ended the second he started jay walking.

Fuck the police and their ability to alienate everyday people and be complete dicks even when they're supposedly doing something positive.  They are equally responsible for the bullshit 'us v them' climate of opposition between cop and citizen.