Chomp Chomp Chomp

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Zaha Hadid’s first school: Evelyn Grace Academy is located in Brixton, London, which the school’s principal asserts has the highest crime rate in all of Europe.

I WANT TO HAVE A PANDA IN MY BACKYARD!

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OMG PANDAS OMG OMG OMG OMGOGMAO GJOIEJFOAWIEFJOA;SEIF

NOW FUCKING IMAGINE 8 OF THESE NIGGAS BUT W/ BROWN HAIR AND A STRIPED TAIL. AND SHOWING THEIR TEETH. I hate racoons.It would totally be a different story if it was baby pandas walking up my street and stopping at my car.. straight up take a trash bag and capture them like pokemon. keep one. and give the rest to @johnyr.

omgomgomgomgomg. are those real?!!??! I thought panda’s were extinct. I want one ! D:            

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Alongside 3rd street. (Between 16th and Cesar Chavas)

             I used to take this route every single day driving home from school. I was always so intrigued by the view that opened to my left that acted as my companion in the sleepy nights and early foggy mornings until I turned right and drove away on Caesar Chavez Street. Today I decided not just to pass by this site that has been disturbingly provocative with its attributes and turned left on Third Street and parked the car.

             It is a strange contrast of buildings and businesses that have developed here over time. Starting off are super contemporary buildings with glass facades, standing high above the rest of all, striking with their powerfulness. To the right there is a new condo complex, an art piece of glazing, marble and concrete block. Clean sidewalks contribute to the experience of rich block here on Third Street. The Muni train stops right in front of this building. It is ironic because as convenient as that is, whoever lives here probably owns more than one vehicle. I marched fast throughout this area directed toward an area that always wanted to visit but never got the chance.

            It was a nice morning, not to chilly but suitable enough with a mild breeze blowing in my face. I came close to what seemed to be and old and abandoned construction site. I am familiar from my urban planning classes with the fact that this area used to be a landfill in the old San Francisco days but I was curious about what made people want to build here all of a sudden? The area is strictly black and white in they way the land is used. It’s either undeveloped or overly developed and exhausted. 

            As I approach this block behind the corrugated oxidized metal fence that partially blocks the view expands a new vista. Something similar to the theme of the movie Mad Max The smell of rust, humidity and stale water tickles my nostrils. This site is amusing to anyone that is interested in textures, colors and materials. Piles of wet sand rest next to what looks like remains of old construction cranes, covered in fungus, impaired by time and inactivity. An sign of AZ-845 is stamped on the metal in red grungy tone. What it ment I will never know. There are needles and wood boards spread across the cool concrete. I got closer to the cranes avoiding a few puddles that looked to be a product of the rainwater in touch with some plaster remains. 

            Not far from this site I saw old train tracks that is probably leftover from the old train network of San Francisco, I would imaging that these rails were dedicated to cargo industrial train cars judging by the area I’m exploring. The tracks, just as the cranes, were very random artifacts to find here but it’s amazing how the history still protrudes above the surface, here and there in this modern city.

             I run into a man aimlessly walking around, and voluntarily shared that he was just looking if there is any sort of pipes to find so he can use it for something. I didn’t even hear the last part as he was walking away from me. I walked further getting close to the shore. It is not like your typical waterfront that is secured with fence and with piers. They are the old San Francisco ports. It looks like they are still used, as I saw a boat resting in the water.   There were few Tankers going to an unknown destination, dominating the water with their size. I got chills just to think how massive these things are.

            There was an overwhelming smell of fish and fried food that was coming from a nicely built wooden shed in the distance. Getting closer I found out it is an eatery, a typical ‘fish and chips’ restaurant. Strange location, I thought in myself. Behind this restaurant there were two more similar restaurants, and a lot of visitors indulging in the old recipes for fried fish. I guess people nostalgically continue going back to places that they liked even though circumstances changed.

           Since I’m an collector of curiosities, when I was ready to leave the place I found a little rusty screw and immediately put it in my pocket. It makes me feel like I have a piece of the Old San Francisco with me.