The Daily Blurgh: Our coffee cup runneth over, dope unions, anti-food porn

Curiosities, quirks, oddites, and items from around the Bay and beyond

Coffee stand run by bikini-clad, male baristas to open in Castro?

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A tour of the city’s most unappetizing menu photos.

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Say it ain’t so, SFist! Adobe Books to possibly close?

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Dope! Oakland pot-club workers unionize.

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MIA throws Twitter temper tantrum. If you can’t take the heat, honey…

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I won’t say that the mood of a scene doesn’t affect me, but I’m not the translating equivalent of a Method actor. And luckily, I don’t think that [Roberto] Bolaño’s fiction – even the sex scenes – requires the translator’s own fiction. As you say, his work is full of indifference and black humour, which means that there is a sense of remove even when he’s at his most graphic. And that layer of coolness is what makes his sex scenes at once unromantic and curiously realistic and touching. It’s also what makes it possible for me to translate them more or less convincingly – or so I hope.

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Eye on Blogs’ Brittney Gilbert bids SF farewell. Break a leg in the Big Apple, Brittney.

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Today in Science: Snails on speed; phallic mushrooms; monkeys now Ebola-proof?

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RIP Gary Coleman.

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San Francisco is the San Francisco of urban metaphors.