The Weekly sure comes in handy lately for free toilet paper after I've paid my exorbitant rent. Dear Brian, You're not going to get your thinly disguised sexual insinuations past me. You're obviously not trying to offer helpful criticism. It seems that San Francisco, brilliant jewel poised at continent's western edge, geological and existential vanguard of all that is fresh and new, is surging toward an Age of Bile. Renters hate owners.
Bohemians hate geeks.
If Hendrick is angry because Kwan's dog shat on Hendrick' s lawn, Community Boards is there to help them talk things out. And perhaps, find an answer. After spending some time at the Community Boards offices talking to conflict mediators, I am pretty well convinced that San Francisco is indeed becoming an increasingly bitter Baghdad by the Bay. He's witnessed, in detail, more than 400 petty disputes during the past decade and a half. San Francisco was never a very neighborly city, explains Regal, a thin, earnest man who moves about a room gently, as if not to provoke.