"Gimme head with hair/ Long beautiful hair/Shining, gleaming/Streaming, flaxen, waxen..." In 1906, we had the Big One. In 1989, we had Loma Prieta. In 2004, we had the Winter of Love. In 2006? Gavin let his hair down. As Peter Hartlaub wrote in the Chron: "Where Were You the Day Gavin Changed His 'do?" Well, we here at SFist were all over the story, giving you the breaking news that his hair was de-gelled and then giving you the breaking news when he became gelled again. Then, of course, there was the debate: did he look more like Matt Gonzalez or Nick Carter? How come nobody thought of the obvious Clay Aiken 'do? And for those of you who wondered why there wasn't anything else important going on, we covered that too-- the new do of Gav's 20 year-old girlfriend.
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We here in the Bay Area may not agree on many things, but the one thing we do agree on is that MUNI sucks. Hell, even the Mayor realized this as he went all Grampa Simpson on us and whined about it. Whether it's litter or bad drivers or super-crowded busses, the week was nothing but one big huge MUNI kvetch.
As fall settles in and another calendar page gets turned, thoughts turn from bbq's and vacations to holidays and the realization that '06 is coming to an end. With all that going on, with change in the air, we wonder what is it that made that makes the -ists ponder?
We here at SFis-T are still not considered classy enough to have gotten a copy of the Chronicle's new magazine SFiS (no T) (thanks to our tipster for finding the online version!) -- but we can just imagine what their inaugural issue must have contained!
SFist Krissy's weekly music review column's not only indispensable for the latest indie rock goings-on around town and those must-hear .mp3s, but also hosts some cool-looking art too. Ratatat!
We're so into our new Day Around The Bay short news summaries we're going to do Week In SFist in the same style!
Look how cute these penguins are!
Welcome SFist Jessica, our undercover tourist! The all-Alcatraz outfit was definitely a nice touch -- and we're still looking forward to the poignant watercolors she's going to paint of her time on the San Francisco Bay Quackers tour.
Thanks, everyone, for making our second birthday party such a blast! (and sorry to do this to you, Chris Daly, after you were nice enough to come to our party and sign all the bingo card squares offered to you, in the space labeled "Political Candidate" -- but we couldn't resist!) An extra big thank you to Varnish Bar and IODA for all their help putting the party together, and to DJ Ted for the just-right tunes.
Hello on your puzzling adventures, Perplex puzzlers! We're hoping they lured you to our site out of your competitive spirit of gamesmanship, and we'll keep you with our obsessive coverage of most things Bay Area.
This Sisyphus is just trying to get to the Exit Theater -- but what were we futilely trying to get done this week?
The debate rages on about whether Bevan Dufty is right to try and cancel Halloween in the Castro, and what that all means about the future of San Francisco. How do we balance the idea of fun for the city and security for neighborhood residents? As always, you readers impress us with your articulateness, thoughtfulness, and intense dedication to our beloved burg. Thanks, MattyMatt, for bringing up the subject and giving people a place to discuss it.
Maybe everyone's just happy that our server seems back on the job (more or less -- sorry for the confusion, contest entrants), but we're glad to see all the lively conversations going on in the comments this week. Whether you're following the Tour de France, heckling or supporting Chris Daly, discussing art, keeping your culinary cool, or demonstrating your West Coast stickball pride, we're enjoying reading all of it.
Hope you had a good July 4 this week! Namely, we hope you didn't come anywhere near Joey Chestnut's 2nd place hot dog eating contest finish at your barbecues of choice.
We're so pleased with ourselves for coming up with this other Us-Weekly-style tagline for Kimberly Guilfoyle's bump-belly watch! Baby splashdown date around September.
The storybook romance of Gavin and Kim seems more concluded than ever, as Kim's announced her betrothal to another.
We saw movies, and more movies, and famous people, and more movies, and kinda porny movies, and French movies, and political movies, and locally produced movies. Movies!
Everybody's a winner on SFist!
SFist Karen catches some Andy Goldsworthy-esque art on the beach.
Holy crap Noise Pop! We're going, are you?
This week's big excitement? A tipster tells us TomKat's in town -- and we get in Defamer! And the New York Times! (Okay, the online version -- but hey, we'll take it.) We love you, tipster! Let's hear the money quote from our tipster one more time! "Jesus, he drags her pregnant ass everywhere, doesn't he?"
It's the questions (what..) it's the questions boy.
Last week, all we wanted was our ten dollars, but he wouldn't give it to us.
SFist Sam had a sandwich by our famous Golden Gate Bridge as she closes off the 23rd letter of her ongoing dine-around-the-alphabet series, while SFist Ced also stops by the Ws with a trip to Winterland.
In SFist Family news, let's all raise our grande-sized paper latte cups wrapped in little cardboard sleeves in honor of SFist Jeremy and his new son! (And then let's run in fear from SFist Jeremy's wrath that we're going to a coffee place where they call medium-sized drinks "grandes"!) That makes two SFist babies in one month!
Moving from babies to pets -- SFist Franny's going to do her doggie best to power San Francisco, and .... would you look at that adorable fat cat?
The Tour of California huffs and puffs its way up Telegraph Hill, while down the street in North Beach, Mayor Gavin Newsom huffs and puffs his way through two dates over a whirlwind weekend. Barry Bonds'll be huffing and puffing his way through training camp -- that is, until he drops out again.
And we move ever closer to getting citywide wireless internet access, which'll make it that much easier to steal elections in the future.
Picture by SFist Sam
