Somehow, after all these years, I had never managed to make it to the Cable Car Museum
until a few days ago.
It is full of gigantic loud spinny things. It is amazing. You must go.
The museum is small, but it's also the actual head-end of the cable car system. The museum part is a mezzanine overlooking the workshop floor and the giant wheels that run the four remaining cable car lines. The current plant was built in the early 80s, but earlier in the century there had been dozens of plants around town to run the various lines, each powered by steam engines. Steam engines!
It's also a great place to get your apocalyptic car-hate on, once you read about how the majority of the cable car lines were dismantled due to lobbying from the then-powerful internal-combustion bus lobby, despite the fact that cable cars were cheaper and more reliable. The busses mostly won, obviously, but there was a public outcry that saved a few of the cable car lines. San Francisco has been the only place in the world with an operating cable car system since 1957.
For those of you just tuning in because of the recent drama, I should let you know that this here blog is usually about less significant things than our catastrophic legal battles. Mostly I write about the daily goings-on here at the club. This is one of those trivial entries.
So. In less controversial news, we got a new front door camera, since the old one died. The new one is kinda weird, because it's both color and infrared. Most other infrared imagery I've seen has been monochrome. These images look pretty freaky because the street comes out in normal color, but the people come out with that ghostly infrared look.
Jared, the mad mastermind behind our absinthe bar, was beaming the other day because now he has five different flavors of bitters. That's just how he rolls. The other day he was making some crazy drink involving beets and fresh ginger. Beets! But when one of my friends tried to get one, he had already run out of beets. "And to that you replied...?" I asked. I was met with a stare. "What you should have said was, bring that beet back!"
Thank you. I'm here all week.
Incidentally, we're still looking for a talent buyer / in-house booker. We really want to find someone who is currently working as the talent buyer for some other venue (not necessarily in San Francisco, if they want to move). If you know anyone, please send them our way!