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OAK vs. SFO: What the airport naming death match was really about

OAK vs. SFO: What the airport naming death match was really about

As locals know but visitors are so often surprised to find out, SFO isn’t in San Francisco, either. The airport of the city that is seven miles in either dimension is a solid twelve miles from that city’s nearest edge, in an area of San Mateo County so remote that the land is unincorporated. For that reason alone, San Francisco’s insistence that it and only it could ever use the phrase “San Francisco”—let alone the phrase “San Francisco Bay”—was legalistic without being grounded in reality. In that sense, it was also only the latest attempt to undermine OAK’s geographic advantage with some chintzy bullshit. 

San Francisco boosters may laugh at it, but in its earliest days, OAK was one of the most important and most advanced airports in the world. The history isn’t irrelevant to the current strife. At a time when air travel was new, and one could still shock people by saying that it was on its way to becoming a daily affair, Oakland Airport positioned itself to take advantage of the new era. Blessed with weather so perfect that flying was reliably safe for all but five days of the year, the airport added features like long, tarred runways and flood lights so that planes could land at night. By 1931, the 845-acre Oakland airport was the largest facility in America, and the busiest in the world, handling more than a million passengers per year. Berlin’s Tempelhof Airport, then the busiest airport in Europe, took in slightly more than 650,000. 

Across the Bay, aviators derided Mills Field, the bucolic airport named after the cow pasture it was leased from that would become SFO. As one flight attendant of the era put it, the whole place was a “mudhole.”

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u/badybadybady — 1 day ago
▲ 173 r/OaklandFood+1 crossposts

"While Yemeni cafés seem to be popping up out of nowhere, they are emerging from a rich soil that’s been carefully tended for at least four generations."

"The uptick in Yemeni—or more broadly Arabic—coffee shops is something new, but perhaps it shouldn’t be a surprise. Gus Anan, head of operations at Sana’a Cafe, reminded me that Oakland in particular is a hub for Yemeni Americans—“the second capital of Yemen.” It’s an exaggeration, but only slightly: Roughly one in ten Yemeni Americans nationwide live right here in Oakland, with peripheral hot spots in surrounding Bay Area neighborhoods like the Tenderloin. Yemeni children also represent one of the largest immigrant groups in Oakland’s public schools. But even if a demographic upswing helps explain who is behind Oakland’s Yemeni coffee renaissance, it doesn’t explain the timing. So, why now?"

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u/badybadybady — 8 days ago
▲ 1 r/Poetry

Juliana Spahr looks miserable when she isn’t performing but when she starts reading, I know I don’t want to be anywhere else.

We’re in David Buuck’s kitchen, and he didn’t know me when I walked in the door, but a friend of a friend of a friend had passed along that Charles Bernstein and Juliana Spahr were reading there and passed along the Berkeley address, and now I’m here, listening. The living room looks like a gallery and the kitchen looks like a galley, bottles stacked up six deep on the kitchen counter. People are stacked up too, and I spill out to the back deck to chat with a San Francisco State student who is working at the Poetry Center and having a cigarette and a writer from Alameda who gives me his zine. Juliana’s only making eye contact with the exits, and definitely doesn’t care to make small talk with fans. Some poets like parties and others don’t want to be in a crowd of chatty acquaintances. That’s why they put words down on the page, to avoid the talkers. Readings are their endurance events. Unfortunately for them, with writers whose words fit inside me like a missing bone, I begin to alert, to perk to them. I follow them around, drinking by ear everything they see fit to deliver. I can’t get enough. However great on the page, it’s the voice ringing and wringing and bringing us all together I’m after—please sir, can I have another?

u/badybadybady — 16 days ago

"We don’t debate the library tax"

"The early evening sunlight is orange, coming over San Pablo Avenue and through the windows of the Hana Gardens Senior Center at a perfect 60 degree angle. It’s 6:34PM on a clear Tuesday night in El Cerrito, California, and we’re willing to bet money that our children (almost two and just four years old, respectively) are the youngest people in the building by at least three decades. We’ve brought our toddlers out after dinner because we’re going to watch The Great El Cerrito Library Tax Non-Debate, a 90-minute discussion of municipal Measure C, hosted by the El Cerrito Democratic Club...."

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u/badybadybady — 17 days ago

"while Merritt so successfully created a beautiful watery center for his city that the lake would be named for him in 1874, the people moving to Oakland brought with them their own daily rhythms and movements: “Civilization brought toilets,” as the Lake Merritt Institute puts it. “Lake Merritt became a harbor for ‘the necessities of nature.’” And as almost all of the city’s sewage flowed into the northern arms of a lake now dammed off from the ocean and unable to flush itself, the stench grew powerful. In 1891, a city engineer reported that it was filling in by about an inch per year, and by the time Oakland’s population peaked in the mid-twentieth century, decades of industrial tampering and human excrement had left it with a new nickname: “the lake of a thousand smells.” Boating was prohibited and signs dotted the shores urging people not to swim in the lake." 

u/badybadybady — 24 days ago