SFist witnessed a new apartment building tszuj the skyline with spectacular, gaudy turquoise aplomb, the (informal) renaming of the Mission/SOMA neighborhood border, the return of the Maltese Falcon, the Mayor Gavin Newsom mea culpa-ing over his Hawaiian getaway during the oil spill, and double-decker buses hitting the streets of San Francisco. Oh, and some baseball player named Barry Bonds is a liar whose pants, it seems, are totally on fire.
LAist continues to cover the Hollywood Writers Strike with visiting guest “strikers” such as KT Tunstall and Presidential candidate John Edwards. To celebrate Veteran’s Day, they visited a Civil War reenactment and to celebrate Geography Week, they asked all the Los Angeles City Councilmembers about the districts they represent finding that LA’s 180+ official neighborhoods are not easy to define. And to help better understand neighborhoods, the latest Neighborhood Project focused on Franklin Village, where the hipster culture and Scientology meet. In Beverly Hills, one writer takes us on a photo tour of a house that looks like it’s straight from Alice in Wonderland. And what’s Los Angeles without a University of California sociology of sexuality class being taught by pornstars?
Phillyist prepared to party by doing the hustle, lighting the lights, shopping up a storm, and… visiting Khrushchev?
