train the algorithms to work for you

“critics say”

oh I was just kidding actually all away games should last twelve innings

free baseball always comes at a cost

tremendous content here

I live above a Philz Coffee, and the Pride flag thing was a complete unforced error. I was going to go wrap the trees on our sidewalk in Pride banners, but I see one of my neighbors got started without me. Good job, Noe Valley neighbor! I'm still going to (independent) Bernie's Coffee instead.

:whispering at Nathan as he sleeps: you know Salonica’s allegedly featured a fine series of hams

The Jury Room on 4/17/1957, a bar on the ground floor of a cool old Victorian that has a sick neon sign on the front and very limited windows

this IS what they took from me though (1951-1976, becomes five other bars before a fire in 2013, reopens as a coffee shop)

Prayers up for my husband, who is married to a woman who has chosen a research project about long-gone bars in his neighborhood and won’t stop texting him photos yelling THIS IS WHAT THEY TOOK FROM YOU

Sometimes I feel unsure of myself, while other people go around in 2026 claiming to have invented the Afro

Teen’s persistence pays off as legislature adopts rescue dogs, cats as official KY pets • Kentucky Lantern Hitching a ride on the backs of Treeing Walker Coonhounds, rescue dogs and cats are set to become the official pets of Kentucky.

Congrats to Ethan Branscum, 13, who has advocated for this since he was 6 years old:
Hitching a ride on the backs of Treeing Walker Coonhounds, rescue dogs and cats are set to become the official pets of Kentucky.
@sarahelizabethladd.bsky.social kentuckylantern.com/2026/04/15/t...

Seeing this happen in the absolute saddest park in baseball is a joy I’m not sure I could describe to a non-sports fan

WAGER: While on the subject of overall frustration, consider the case of Ed Sullivan, detective story writer and retired newspaperman. One recent evening, Sullivan was enjoying a midnight snack Thomas Bertram, who operates Philosopher's Inn, In the West Portal district, and Terry Stafford; who runs the Parkside Tavern; In discussing improvements he'd like to have at his spot, Bertram mentloned that he was about ready to bounce $150 for a new neon sign to attract more business. “That is very silly." said Sullivan. “I will bet you the one-fifty that l can bring in 100 new customers in one day-without any neon sign."

Bertram took him up and wrote the terms of the bet in soap across his back bar mirror. Bright and early on the day the bet was to be decided, Sullivan and his aide, Wally Moore, phoned their friends and told them to be sure to get down to the Philosopher. Then they got a small sack of street car tokens, went downtown and stopped sailors in front of the service clubs, explained the bet carefully and handing out numbered identification cards and tokens, with directions as to how to reach the tavern. At least 80 sallors took the tokens and vowed: "I'll be there if it kills me." Sullivan and Moore relaxed. It was in the bag. That evening, confident and jovial, they dropped in to gloat over Bertram. Bertram threw down a handful of the cards by which the new customers were to have identified themselves. "Count 'em," he sald solemnly.Sullivan counted them. There were 15. And they included Fred Little of Pete and Fred's over on Fulton street, a tavern keeper himself, who'd left his own bar and brought over five friends in order to help out his old pal, Sullivan.

Frantically, with three hours to go before midnight, Sullivan and Moore tried to hire a Greyhound bus to tour the streets, pick up any one who wanted a drink and bring him to the Philosopher. When this falled, they couldn't think of anything else and threw in the sponge. And when the cards were counted at midnight, they numbered a dismal 25. Sam Protzel, the West Portal druggist and stake holder, handed the $300 over to Bertram. What devastated Sullivan, though, is the fact that, during the next three days, some 60 sailors showed up, sheepishly handed the cards to Bertram and said they knew they were a little late, but maybe the bet was still on. All Bertram could do was say no, it wasn't. All Sullivan could do was groan.

So I’m running this Instagram account about old bar stories in San Francisco now, and I don’t really have a full build for this one but it’s my favorite.

In 1945, you could absolutely call your friend an idiot and it would make the news, but like in a fun way.

(Philly Club 9/29/45, Chronicle)

A fun thing about general historical research is beating your head against the wall on who the fuck this person is and saying wait but I thought he was married to— and an hour later realizing three sisters married three fucking brothers

THIS IS A CITY, LEAVE YOUR NEIGHBORHOOD

I’m having a nice day otherwise, but the guy at the Masters wearing the Egg Salad hat is truly the best thing to happen to me today

You cannot possibly fathom what the previous three posts in this thread are about and you are about to stare the agapest you ever have at your phone.

oh okay but when *I* have a communications blackout after entry it’s “rude” and “problematic”

🤖 Justice delos Santos

This kinda feels like a 2K loading screen (complimentary) and I would love to see more teams do it.

(me seeing a dude i haven’t seen in twenty years) so anyway like i was saying you can’t throw the ball there on third and one up two scores, just can’t do it

These would be the sickest porch beers of all time and if not one of you put a sixer on your boat you’d better get it straight before the next one.

I want a tattoo of the three good parachutes

SPACE SPACE SPACE SPACE

becoming increasingly jealous of the Finnish concept of "Jokamiehenoikeus" bsky.app/profile/cait...

that's it, i've had enough. america deserves better than a president who lies about foreign steel.

Noe Valley Bar Project (@nvbarproject) • Instagram 2 Followers - 1 Posts - "Maybe if I just start doing it, something will come out of it. Welcome to the Noe Valley Bar Project, a name that will …"

Hello! If you are an Instagram user, I have started a little project wherein I obsessively look up the history of bars past and present in my neighborhood. If you're so inclined to see what an absolutely unhinged person I become around newspapers, do join me:

www.instagram.com/nvbarproject

Hi! I’m the inventor of bathroom stalls. The important thing for me is that everyone walking by a stall is able to make eye contact with the person sitting on the toilet inside. This is a critical design feature.

It’s so cute that some people on here genuinely believe that being a big account on Bluesky brings in enough money that you can afford to hire staff to post for you

the wisdom of elders

hey if you think you're mad now just wait til tomorrow morning when we find out who all made money off this

I went to the library. I researched history and talked to people. I looked at some cool maps. I had a nice cocktail. I talked to my neighbors and showed them some cool pictures. The sun is radiant. I have tickets to a baseball game. I did everything right to have a good day.

And this fucking guy.