Starting out as a way to reclaim private space for the public, this year's (PARK)ing Day in San Francisco seemed more commercial, if you will, than years prior. On the event's site, there's all this verbiage about how the (PARK)ing Day group owns the phrase, how participants must license it, and that you're encouraged to buy a manual on how to do it right. Sounds complicated, right? What's more, a slew of good-intentioned politicos and public transit hand-wringers got involved and tried ruining (PARK)ing Day by making it as alluring as a damp cardboard box. Many makeshift parks featured fliers and posters and posters and fliers and other creative-free pilings that no one outside elitist wonk circles should care about. (You just know cupcakes were involved.)

Point being? We hope altruism doesn't kill all the fun in the city.

Anyway. In an effort to separate the wheat from the chaff, we present to you Sparc's Sierra Club's aesthetic setup as approved by John King, San Francisco Chronicle's Urban Design Critic. He says, "Some (PARK)ing day installations are elaborate; I like this one because it isn't. Free seeds, too."

King, you see, is the Alice Waters of architecture criticism. If a meal consisting of an egg with olive oil in a big metal spoon sizzling over hot coals transmogrified into a (PARK)ing Day parklet, then this would be it.