Urban future

Yesterday was the 12^th annual urban iditarod in San Francisco. The race, with roughly 1,000 people pushing and pulling shopping carts and structures about the size of shopping carts, began at the Powell and Market cable-car-turnaround and crossed the City. (The original Alaskan Iditarod starts today.)

The original plan called for several pub stops along the way, but the crowd was too big. It was a straight race across town. The end was to be in the Golden Gate National Recreation Area on a lawn at Fort Mason, but a demand for insurance fees and cleanup deposits required a mid-course correction. The ability to change in the face the of the scythe-carrying-bureaucractic-reaper is the definition of urban gorilla.

The party ended up in the courtyard of the Cannery with an outdoor bar available and several adjacent indoor bars. As you can see it was a happy party. In the background in the upper right photo are the Doggie Diner heads…always the royal guests of the urban future.

I’m actually serious about the urban future. Businesses and families have been driven out of San Francisco by the unproductive and grim faced trust-funders, bureaucrats, union pawns, academics, brain dead politicos and assorted lazies. As more of the City becomes a wasteland, it simultaneously becomes a playground for us urban gorillas.

I foresee the day when San Francisco is divided between the shoppers with their times to shop and the gorillas with our times to play. Overlap time, too, for mutual amusement.