While Seventh and Market is currently the hot spot for public fecalization and smoking crack, that may not be the case for long. Which is a good thing, because I never want to use the made up word “fecalization” again.
If you want to get the Chron’s Monday exclusive content, you’ll have to pony up a buck at your local newsstand or wait till Wednesday, when it comes online. In the meantime, however, we can give you a quick briefing. Today, Matier and Ross share the latest on the Telegraph Hill tree saga, Parkmerced, and gossip on the SF mayoral race. Plus, we get details on the vision of the Mid-Market area serving as a art and theater hub.
Kids, don’t start throwing paint buckets and poking people in the eyes with brushes just yet. Yes, the citywide art fee has been scaled back for fear of burdening development, but it will still go before the Land Use and Economic Development Committee next week, before going to the Board of Supervisors. So, save your canvas prodding, sculpture swinging, and awl jabbing for those meetings… just don’t let the people at City Hall know that I said it was cool to do that.
In this weekend’s paid-only content from former Mayor Willie Brown and political gossip duo Matier & Ross, we learn about the funeral for Joe Alioto, former Governor Schwarzenegger’s travel habits, a possible permit violation at Buck’s Tavern, and much more. Pony up $1.50 or wait ’til Tuesday for all the deets.
District Six has had quite the journey since the last time the city’s district boundaries were drawn up. Today, it is more populous, more diverse, and just a little more hip than it was some 10 years ago.
Following yesterday’s Hollywood round-up, we are including all the news that’s fit to print from Friday AND Saturday for your reading enjoyment. And yes, sadly for those of us who discovered our true calling yesterday as a celebrity columnist, it is all real, political news. Until next year!
I’m pretty sure I could just put this headline in the text here and it would be funny and snarky enough all on its own. Reality star (and I use that term loosely) Kourtney Kardashian had some odd feelings about being paid to kiss a co-worker during a cameo on One Life to Live. Honey, it’s called acting, which I know you’ve never had to do before, but you’ll be okay.
In a desperate attempt to steal the “Ima going crazy” spotlight back from Charlie Sheen, Mel Gibson (who really had an admirable run there) is taking his ex-girlfriend to court asking for full custody of their daughter. Ummmm, the number of snarky comments I could add here are just too many to count, so I’ll settle for: good luck with that one. You’re gonna need it.
Courteney Cox and her “just a friend” friend Josh Hopkins are having a little trouble keeping all their clothes where they should be whilst vacationing in St. Bart’s. And yes, there are photos. OF COURSE there are photos. Would we tease you and then leave you hanging? (Also: St. Bart’s, naked movie stars, beautiful beaches? Not that this glorious weather we’re having is going unappreciated, but SIGN ME UP.)
Somewhere in the city this morning, former supervisor Bevan Dufty is smiling ear-to-ear after Brit-Brit announced that she’d LUV to collaborate with Rihanna on a project. If only we could drop Lady Gaga and get some Dianna Ross into that threesome, it’d be totally perfect.
Now THIS is news: Lindsay Lohan (and what celebrity round-up wouldn’t be complete with a little LiLo) does NOT drink. That’s right, folks, you heard it here first: her recent spill outside a bar in New York had nothing to do with booze, cough syrup, moonshine, nada. Unclear why she remained sitting on the ground after her fall. Let me tell you, that kind of behavior would NOT fly in the Haight. No sitting, no lying, folks.
Ashtee (or Petlee, take your pick) were spotted canoodling* all over Los Angeles yesterday, leading us all to wonder: are Bronx Mowgli’s parents back together? Do parents who name their child Bronx Mowgli deserve to be back together? And why wasn’t he named after something a little more local, like Castro Bob or Tenderloin Jim? Still unanswered, of course, is the question of why we care.
*For those uninitiated into the world of Hollywood gossip, “canoodling” is loosely defined as “getting a coffee,” “running into each other,” or “casually passing each other on the street,” as long as there is a photo that can somehow be digitized to look like they are deeply, madly, head-over-heels in love.
OMG. American Idol voted off not one, but TWO contestants last night, bringing us down to our final nine. We’re on the edge of our seats over here, trying to figure out who it’s gonna be! This is an even bigger conundrum than who is going to be San Francisco’s next mayor. (And that’s saying something!) In other Idol news, E! Online takes on the burning question, which I know you were asking yourself in the shower this morning: Is teeny-bopper Lauren Alaina cracking under the pressure??!? Only time will tell.