There is a feral quality to SF that is starting to remind me of NYC in the late-‘70s and ‘80s.
You can see the establishment of other ways of being that assume zero input or oversight from organized systems. For example, the red-light running is legion and increasing. I regularly pop out for a single errand on my bike and witness three different drivers blowing through solid red lights.
I live in San Francisco. Here, we have a large homeless population that comprises a number of subcategories. One of the major subgroups could be reasonably described as recreationally or perhaps volitionally homeless; they prefer life on the streets and the possibility of moments of fleeting drugged joy, to a grinding, dull, depersonalized life in state-provided shelter. All of them, however, the result of neoliberal and reactionary political, economic, educational, and carceral policies that allowed people to become disconnected and disaffected to the point where they rocked up on SF’s streets for its mild environs, lax legal system, and plentiful meth and fenty.
It’s wild how slow the medical profession is to adopt core changes in technology. You still see paper files, fax machines, resistance to email; outright allergy to SMS, shitty web portals, phone systems that take ten minutes to navigate, dictaphones.
There is a feral quality to SF that is starting to remind me of NYC in the late-‘70s and ‘80s.
You can see the establishment of other ways of being that assume zero input or oversight from organized systems. For example, the red-light running is legion and increasing. I regularly pop out for a single errand on my bike and witness three different drivers blowing through solid red lights.