For some reason, they haven't picked up the dumpster yet. It looks like we gained some and lost some! There is some new garbage in the dumpster that we didn't put there, and there are some things missing (amazingly, the fake plastic trees.)
Tonight was the ``meet the new Captain'' meeting, co-hosted by the San Francisco Late Night Coalition and the SOMA Residents Association. In case you haven't heard, Dennis Martel, who had been captain of Southern Station (the SOMA police district) for quite a long time, has been transferred to the airport, and we have a new captain, Sylvia Harper.
It was a good meeting. It's always a good thing when we can get the folks who belong to the residents' association in the same room with the club folks (most of whom are also SOMA residents.) And it was great that the captain came out to meet everybody. I think the biggest problem this neighborhood has had has been lack of communication, so having all three groups in the same room was good news.
The funniest moment was when one of the residents asked if it wouldn't be possible to relocate the Folsom Street Fair to Golden Gate Park.
The most irritating moment was when the vice president of the residents' association stood up and said something to the effect of, ``all club owners make big promises and then ignore them; why, just a week after the new owners of the DNA Lounge got their permits, they were blasting rap music late into the night.'' Which is of course total crap, since we only took over ownership four days ago! Whatever incident he's talking about didn't happen on my watch, and he knew that. Barry called him on it after the meeting, and he said ``oh no, I didn't say the DNA Lounge, I was talking about Club VSF.''
Later that night, we met with some folks to talk about lighting. The stage and dance floor lighting in the DNA today is pretty lame, so we need to figure out what can be improved by just repositioning things, where we should buy new lights, and what we should just throw away. The first step is going to be to take everything down and clean it, which will also help us make sense of the maze of conduit that's up there.
It's kind of like an archaeological dig: there have been dozens of people making ``temporary'' changes to everything in this building for the last couple of decades, and I doubt anyone has understood the big picture for a long time.
Our network connection is being installed soon, so this weekend I need to figure out where the phone lines go. There are, of course, lots of phone jacks in the office, and only half of them seem to be connected.