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Us onlookers were quick to pull out our phones and film this future unfolding in front of us — forgetting, of course, to fight it. We were quick to laugh too, to find it funny, because it was.
Strawberry has one post office, one general store and a single place to grab a drink after dark. That bar doubles as the only hotel, the Strawberry Inn River Front Resort, where, outside, dandelions that look genetically modified sway under a high-elevation sun and, inside, Christmas lights hang all year.
To-do lists grew, in step with the scope of what felt possible.
He came carrying a hand-painted sign and a sense that the team he has followed for decades had mishandled the moment.
From there, the brides processed up Columbus Avenue toward Red Window, adding a punch of absurdity to a North Beach afternoon that smelled like cigarette smoke and pizza.
The crossing at Bosworth Street and Lippard Avenue in San Francisco’s Glen Park neighborhood was, for years, a piece of infrastructure unworthy of note. Graffiti ran under the railing, weeds pushed up around the base and worn-out concrete held water stains at the seams. It took about a hundred hands to cut back the overgrowth and wash the structure to gray.
The audience batted a couple of eyes. Two friends swapped whispers. A little girl in a pulled-up stroller wearing pigtails found distraction from the squawk of a bird changing branches, and a number of people peeled off. The whole ordeal had fallen kind of flat.
Everyone seemed to leave the theater buzzing, still sipping on the emotional residue of the screening.
The video of the feathered first-aid encounter has already racked up more than 1 million views, drawing responses from animal rights heavyweight PETA, intersex advocate @pidgeon, bird creator @the_parrot_lady and, naturally, the Pigeon Museum in Oklahoma City.
You walk in looking for arugula and toothpaste. You walk out with a line of dialogue and a sharper sense of yourself.
A man eating sushi on a Washington Square bench watched the procession with mild curiosity.
Contestants risked humiliation, injury and brake-less descents as they took giant plastic tricycles and other wheel-adorned contraptions down the winding course.
In his remarks, Hilton invoked former Gov. Arnold Schwarzenegger and said Californians were ready for change. The point was reinforced by the inside of his jacket, which featured an American flag on one side and a California flag on the other — a notable departure from the state's longstanding tradition of non-flag-lined outerwear.
Dressed in a dark-green ghillie suit, Bay Area Bush Man crouched along San Pedro Street before letting out a sound that essentially said, "Boo!" — somewhere between a bird's squawk and a ghost's hoot — then lunging at unsuspecting passersby with his arms outstretched.
I watched her wheels make the sort of incremental adjustment usually reserved for office chairs and apex predators.
She smiled at me through the thunderstorm — held my gaze as the gorillas beat their chests and the elephants turned their trunks into trumpets — until quiet came and I could finish my remarks.
The questions range from the techno-moral (“Do you prefer your car with or without a human driver?”) to the food-related (“Which kind of tomato is best for a caprese salad?”) to the unexpectedly probing (“How do you evaluate expired foods?”) — with the occasional soft, sensory confessional tossed in (“Does rain help you sleep?”).
From his computer, Villareal controls the display in real time, turning the get-you-there crossing into a constantly shifting piece of generative art.
It was in 2014, after Robin Williams died by suicide at his Tiburon home on Aug. 11, that supporters of switching the name from Waldo to Williams drew a straight line between the beloved comedian and the tunnel’s rainbow motif.
Lonely 20-somethings with mom on the phone and no plans for the night sat on the greener patches, and a golden retriever, Finnegan, tore apart a purple duck on one of the spots turning brown.
The robot wanted to be expressive in the face too, I could tell, reaching for a mean girl flick or a checkmate jab — perhaps an eyebrow arch or a lip purse would have sold it — but her flexibility failed her, and the look stopped at the shape of a sneer.
When the speech ended, ABBA's "Dancing Queen" filled the room and Wiener worked to form a heart with his hands, eventually getting there — a fitting coda to remarks that came straight from "the bottom of [his] heart."
When the speech ended, ABBA's "Dancing Queen" filled the room and Wiener worked to form a heart with his hands, eventually getting there — a fitting coda to remarks that came straight from "the bottom of [his] heart."
Founded in Denver in 1993 and now headquartered in Newport Beach, the guacamole-charging giant is landing in San Pedro Garza García, an affluent suburb of Monterrey with the highest per-capita income in Latin America.
Fans brought cans and bottles into the streets of San Francisco's Mission neighborhood Tuesday evening after Mexico beat Ecuador 2-0 in the World Cup, waving flags, honking horns and inching cars through the celebration.
For weeks, the bar's website featured a countdown labeled "LAST DAY JULY 5th." Now it reads all zeros.
The full moon found the tip of the Transamerica Pyramid during a brief alignment over San Francisco on Saturday evening.