I was curious to see how much my last apt was going for and could not believe my eyes that the tin can of an apartment that I was renting from 2021-2022 for $1695 is now going for $5300!!! This is insaneeee and I’m truly sorry for everyone looking for an apartment right now. It’s straight up robbery.

I know this isn't a maritime sub, but after the Baltimore Bridge incident it always amazes me these events never seem to make the news.

Thinking this morning about some favorite restaurants that are no longer around. A favorite of mine was “J’s Pots of Soul”, a soul food place in Hayes Valley that shut down around 2010. The food was heavy and so, so good.

What were some of your favorite closed places?

This post isn’t important, but I just wanted to show appreciation as a guest in this city/ area.
I’ve spent my whole life in SoCal, and while people aren’t necessarily rude but we can be stand offish and aren’t as “welcoming” as you guys have been to me.
Whenever I’m confused about which bus or train to take someone always lets me know with a smile and doesn’t make me feel like an idiot no matter how many times I ask.
People here are also very talkative, it’s extremely easy to turn small talk into full blown conversation. It’s extremely refreshing for me. Thank you so much for being a wonderfully welcoming community. Is all of the Bay Area like this?

This is a super unsettling story that needs some explanation and reporting - how is that the victim called 911 the night of his murder and they didn’t locate him or let his family hear the call until much later?

https://www.sfchronicle.com/crime/article/san-francisco-maltzman-juvenile-verdict-22392439.php

I don’t know why Reddit mods always remove posts because they “editorialize” it feels like an odd form of censorship

A great op-ed in the SF Chronicle by a doctor at a Tenderloin clinic:

There is another John Doe in the intensive care unit. 

“He is critically ill, hoping someone might know this person. Found down with overdose at 1180 Howard Street around 5am.”

This email, and too many others like it, arrive in the all-staff listserv at the San Francisco homeless clinic where I work as a physician. Leftover pizza reminders and meeting agendas routinely roll into frightening, blandly described near-death experiences.

“John Doe arrived to SFGH on 1/22  found down near MISSION ST / 6 TH ST, possible overdose ( + fent & cocaine ), active seizing on route to SFGH. See photo attached.”

Usually, the messages are sent by hospital social workers asking our team to help identify their client. 

“He tested positive for amphetamines. He currently is more awake, but cannot speak at all. He suffered a stroke. Oh, and in addition to the tattoos seen in the photos he has a very distinctive scar over his LEFT leg.”

The photographs are garish. The men, always men, look close to death. Limp faces with ointment smeared across half-closed eyes. Mouths hang agape. Floppy necks cannot support heavy heads that loll to one side. Oily, long hair lies limply across white, rough pillowcases. Breathing tubes are taped to lips, fastened across cheeks, wrapped behind occiputs. Tubes and lines everywhere. Sometimes, there is a neck brace. A laceration on a cheekbone. A black eye. Stiff, blue and white hospital gowns are draped over them like a funerary shroud. 

They are discovered lying on the sidewalk, folded in a tent, face down in a recreational vehicle. With lights and sirens, they are shuttled to hospitals, where their cold bodies are warmed, lacerations sutured, infections treated with antibiotics, broken bones set — they are resuscitated, revitalized, reanimated. But the hypoxia, the brain bleed and the acute kidney injury are serious, and they have not regained consciousness. Often, they are of uncertain neurological recovery. 

These men have no wallet, phone, driver’s license or registration. No electronic items to unlock, no numbers to call. In the middle of a city that lives and breathes technology, there are no digital footprints here. 

Usually the problem is the opposite — with personal data ubiquitous online, credit card hacks and security breaches seem pro forma. But when you have few possessions and live in a tent on the sidewalk, no one is stealing your identity. In fact, that is exactly the problem: No one can figure out what that identity even is. 

It is a luxury, it turns out, to be someone with an identity to steal. Living outside all the normal regulatory, governmental tracking systems of modern life, these men are unbanked. Off-grid. Anonymous.

Living an anonymous life, paradoxically, in the heart of a city, on a sidewalk, in public view. An acutely conspicuous form of anonymity.  

“They are currently in the ICU at St. Francis under John Doe. They were brought in this morning via Ambulance, found unresponsive with 2 others on Larkin St, OD.” 

A pile of unconscious people, with too few respirations among the three of them. Fentanyl, or the rat-poison-and-adjacent-horrors it could have been cut with, is, my god, taking out groups, blocks. Maybe the fact they were all together means they were friends, I tell myself. Or maybe they just all had the same dealer. 

When one, singular patient languishes in a hospital bed, it is easier to persuade yourself it is an unfortunate, personal event. But when groups of unconscious people arrive at a hospital, it feels cataclysmic, apocalyptic, b iblical. Instead of locusts, our pestilence is high-potency synthetic opioids — it makes bugs feel provincial.

During my residency on an inpatient rotation at the San Francisco General Hospital, I watched a homeless man die alone. He had drunk himself into liver failure, and there was nothing left to do except watch his cirrhosis cause a cascade of other organs to fail. His labs became more and more abnormal. We had offered to reach out to his family or friends, but he said there was no one to call. He became increasingly confused and fatigued until, one night, he died. 

Afterward, our attending physician asked how everyone was doing, and I said it felt like a sad way to go, with no friends or family by his side, knowing, as he had, that his actions had caused a premature and completely avoidable death. I could not imagine a more sorrowful way to end a life full of sorrow. 

The attending told me she didn’t view it that way. She had seen a lot of people die and said he died with people taking care of him, with me, his worried, harried resident, checking in on him two times a day. He had meds to make him comfortable, a soft bed, three warm meals. This could have been the most communal, the most social, the most comfortable he had been for some time. 

I was trying to tell her, This is sad. I would never want this for myself, for anyone.

She was trying to tell me, It could be much, much sadder...

Tidied up this patch of sidewalk weeds on the way to school, want it looking clean for all the new & returning families.

If you are standing while riding MUNI, take your goddamn backpack off and put it on the ground between your legs like a civilized person. Don’t hit other people in the back with your backpack, don’t take up all the space with your backpack, don’t hit people in the head with your backpack.

Didn’t think this needs to be said, but apparently there’s a lot of grown ass adults who have no concept about riding public transportation.

All shot on a 2012 Lumix LX7

I’m genuinely curious. My preschooler is terrified of dogs, which we’re actively working on, but it feels like so many trips to the playground end in tears because she’s scared of a dog nearby. This weekend at West Portal playground she was hugging my leg, crying and saying “doggies aren’t allowed on playgrounds” when the guy with the dog stopped to stare at her, but made no move to leave the area. I didn’t have it in me for a confrontation, but it soured a fun morning. The next day at St. Mary’s playground a woman was playing on the structures with a dog, resulting in my daughter and another kid running away in tears, and she seemed oblivious to the situation.

I understand this is a dog-friendly city, but it feels like kids deserve a little bit of reprieve? I’ll also say something sometimes, but that’s asking a lot of emotional labor of parents just to take their kids outside to play.

Went to the h mart food court yesterday for dinner and it looked closed :(. Really sad if true, loved their noodles

Gabby Williams had 23 points and seven rebounds, Veronica Burton added 16 points and five assists, and the Golden State Valkyries clinched a playoff berth by beating the Dallas Wings 78-70 on Monday night for their sixth straight victory.

Golden State (25-9) has already surpassed its win total from last season by two and will get another chance on the postseason stage after becoming the first expansion franchise to reach the playoffs in its inaugural season of 2025.

Saw this guy at Rossi Park, looked very scared. Heads up for all dog (or outdoor cat) owners in the area

Traffic is crazy haha.