I seldom respond to long-comment threads on Facebook but this one hit a bit close to home considering it came from one of the candidates for Supervisor of my SF district (6). The initial post (and I believe all the subsequent comments) can be found here.

The jist of the post was regarding the City's new movement around using a sit-lie ordinance to help combat homelessness and vagrants on the street. I generally try and stay away from the topic of homelessness in SF because, well, it's pointless, dirty, volatile and trite. However, I decided to be a dumbass and provide this little rant:

I love a good housing debate but I'd WAAAAY prefer to see folks have access to stuff like, oh, you know, mental health clinics that don't take three weeks and a assertive vocabulary, cell phone and white male privilege to get into. I realize that housing is a key component of treatment adherence and providing a foundation for folks to access said services but it's become such a fucked-up tokenized albatross for this town. I've lived here my entire life and seen PC "activists" come and go; create a program here and there.

I'd find it insanely refreshing to see a holistic approach to well being of San Franciscans, especially with the huge lack of jobs increasing the size of those of us who are relying on public services such as Healthy SF, MUNI, the Community Health Network. Housing (and homelessness) I feel are partly the byproduct of these other services' failures.

I've been overwhelmed today - and extremely flattered - by the number of "happy birthday" wall posts; however, for me it begs the question: what ever happened to cards and phone calls?
 
I blog, twitter, etc. but I still consider myself to appreciate some of the old-fashioned things in life: giving a gentleman one's phone number on a piece of paper vs entering it into your mobile, a manhattan instead of a cosmo. I feel that there's something to be said about a friend singing a slightly-out-of-tune "happy birthday" to your voicemail, or the pleasure of opening up an envelope to see what kind of unique, fun or pretty card the sender picked - just for you!
 
But, alas, what once were mainstays of affectionate communication have become almost a sort of indulgence. The exception to the norm. Perhaps I'll twitter about it.
 
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