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Emergency_In_SF reports a blaze in happening in Bernal Heights. "Fire on the top floor of a 3-story residence at Peralta and Esmeralda near Bernal Heights [Park]. SFFD on scene."

Steve Rhodes reports that, by 10 a.m. this morning, only 60-plus people out of several thousand voted at this Bernal Heights polling place.

In some sort of retro-angry political statement that means nothing really but is highly amusing, this message appeared at the top of Bernal hill this morning. What does it mean? Well, it is in reference to freeing those "militant" cop killers from the 1970s, the ones the majority of the SF Board of Supervisors would like Attorney General Jerry Brown (and possible future Governor of California) Jerry Brown to pardon. (You can read more about that here.) However, the signage would be even fucking deeper man if they removed the "S." Because: heavy. That said, we would LOVE to see more signs like this placed on the hills of San Francisco. Get cracking, residents.

If you're not reading Curbed, you're missing out. On a lot. Take, for example, this Bernal Heights home (638 Banks St Unit 638-A) they came across, which is currently on the market. The decision to use this, um, decorative comforter to sell a house in San Francisco sure does pop, doesn't it?

And now, some nice puppies that need your help...

A two-alarm fire at Bernal Heights home caused the displacement of two elderly folks. The blaze happened at 266 Nevada Street around 6:30 p.m. this evening. According to the Gate, "[f]irefighters found the home's two residents inside and brought them out to safety." Aw. Our heroes!

-- Perverts. [ASD]

We got word today from an anonymous source that two residents of Bernal Heights -- including a former President of Golden Gate Audubon Society -- spotted a burrowing owl a block from their house on the southeastern side of the hill. The (sub?)species was confirmed by another Audubon-er.

Photos from the annual soap box derby

Aspiring painters of urban village scenes would do well to get themselves to Bernal Heights at once. From the armada of sandwich boards and the pony-tailed guy enjoying a pensive cup of coffee at Progressive Grounds, to the verdant street trees and the pair of rowdy sidewalk philosophers holding court near the eastern end of the block, it’s quite the bustling display along Cortland Ave. Private lives seem a low priority here, as even the back yards of local bars, cafés, and restaurants are open for business. Sidewalk rest stops are a big calling card on Cortland between Andover and Bennington, the heart of Bernal Heights’ vibrant commercial district. There are benches in front of restaurants (Valentina Ristorante), benches in front of salons (Bernal Heights Nail Care), benches in front of markets (The Good Life Grocery), benches in front of saloons (Wild Side West). The result: A remarkable feeling of community, evinced by how it appears as if everyone might actually know everyone else’s name. It’s like a West Coast version of Andy Griffith’s Mayberry...only on Cortland, there’s no Barney Fife. Auditions may or may not be held regularly at Skip’s Tavern and Wild Side West for the role of Otis the Harmless Town Drunk.

-- Heklina (writing for SF Weekly again) on our newly crowned drag king. [The Snitch]

Four blocks of Bernal Heights have no water service right now: a cement truck doing repairs on Folsom Street tipped over earlier this morning, injuring the driver and damaging the water line.

Here's todays wrap up the daily news stories.

To Little Miss Golden Gate Park, princess of the City,

Honey, I'm sick of you and your flat-ass panhandle getting all the attention. You think you're the only park in the whole City of San Francisco? Well listen up greenbeard, 'cause it's time somebody showed you the real San Francisco.

You know that sparkling brilliance that lights up the night sky south of Chavez? That's me GG, and my name is Miss McLaren Park -- Lady McLaren if you're nasty.

Quick -- which one of those pictures above is of Valencia Street in SF and which is of Williamsburg in Brooklyn?

-The Board of Supes have their first meeting of the year with Gavin as their Very Special Guest Star. -What do you do when you can't make budget? Make welfare cuts!

Good news! The cops caught the last week's Golden Gate Park sexual assaulter. They caught him after he unsuccessfully attempted to assault another woman in the area (but fled when her children saw him), and after he exposed himself to a number of children as well. What a creep.

Who knows if animals have souls? But in weighty matters such as these, better to error on the side of caution and luckily for us in San Francisco, every year our dogs can get blessed at Assisi Animal Blessing as part of the North Beach Festival. This year you can take your critter down to National Shrine of St. Francis of Assisi, the patron saint of animals, at 610 Vallejo St. at 2 p.m. on June 17 & 18. At best, you and Max are reunited in the afterlife and at worst, well, at least you got off the couch and took your pet to the North Beach Festival.

Anyone else a little worn out from all this running around to rock shows? Nothing a little hot coffee and a fresh giveaway can't fix.

Love is in the air, everywhere you look around... Nerds in love, and you know we love it. Geeks are back, baby! And if your pardner gets hilariously wonky jargon-jokes like this, you may have just found your special someone. In the "why we love The City department:" The annotated notebook Dinah Sanders lost? Found! And turning up the cute dial past eleven, congratulations to Neekole and Brandon on their first anniversary!

Add 15 cents more to your BART card -- Bernal Heights, Baja Noe Valley (what a name), and Upper Mission neighborhood advocates are trying to get BART to revive its 2002 plan to build a new station stop at 30th and Mission. Folks in the area say it's too hard for them to get to either 24th Street or Glen Park by foot, and that they think a new BART stop will help revive the area too. Revive the area? Any area that has Emmy's Spaghetti Shack, El Rio, Mitchell's, Zante's, and Goood Fricken Chicken is doing just fine in our books! BART officials say they'd love to do it, noting that the gap between 24th and Glen Park is the longest uninterrupted segment of the city's BART tracks (2 miles), but need to get the okay from the City before they start, and they'd need to get about 5000 riders at the station for it to be feasible. Check out the specs here (.pdfs). The new station would cost about $444 to $525 million to build. In other news, BART's also looking into whether they should build an extension to Jack London Square too. BART's getting it done! (Though hey guys, maybe you could also look into fixing that switching problem that gets SFist Jon so exercised?) Picture from SFCityscape.com

Offsetting the high cost of Bay Area drinking by just skipping dinner all together (sometimes the simplest solutions are the best!), Barrespondent Drew meets another liquor dispensing establishment head on.

In which SFist eats our way around the Bay Area in alphabetical order.

SFist interviews Dema Grim

Here at the Office of the SFist Ombudsman, we keep charge of our readers' trust. (Stop by and we'll show you the little newspaper-lined cage we've got it in.) Thus it falls to us, when circumstances warrant, to call bullshit on one of our site contributors. And so this past weekend, following the dissolution of the first-ever SFist (Almost)-All-Staff Throwdown, we cornered the Essefficist, who spent many weeks away from his post, only to return with mutterings about rebuilding a house, among other things. "Show us this house," we demanded, "cuz the way we hear it, you spend your mornings with your head in newsprint at Atlas, and your afternoons staring at the empty field at SBC."

Call off the search engine parties. Rumors about the Essefficist's demise have been greatly smelly but largely unsubstantiated. Despite all attempts made by the beleaguered staff here at the Essefficist offices, none of us has been able to log in to Movable Type for the past six weeks, except for that one time, due to one or more of the following things: a fourteen month whirlwind trip to Paris (where we stayed in Hotel Henri IV for nine wonderful months), hard labor fixing up a beat-up old house in Bernal Heights, a profusion or two of holiday visitors from all over the country, or a lengthy and bruising attack by a sixty foot tall mutant moth from outer space named McGillicutty. But things are different now, or maybe just very similar to the way things were back in November, so we're back. With a vengeance. And covered in mutant moth dust. Or at least sheet rock dust.

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