Has Kink.com made the Mission safer yet? How about Dave Eggers?
Since the Planning Commission Hearing on Kink.com’s Fortress of Pornitude a couple of weeks ago, there’s been little news about the hulking edifice or its denizens. So far the dramatic increase in crime predicted by protesters doesn’t seem to have materialized, or at least it wasn’t in evidence when I walked up 14th St. at nine this morning. The building was quiet; the only sign of malfeasance was a trickle of urine from behind a low wall. But the graffiti that has marred the building in the past was gone.
It occurred to me that it would be easy to check whether Kink.com had a bad influence on the neighborhood — just look at crime statistics on a periodic basis.
Until somebody does that, CNet news checks in with a Kink.com story: At Kink.com, a live tool against piracy. It features all sorts of Kink.com related news, from their decision to figure out how to copy-protect their product (perhaps Cory Doctorow will be joining the ranks of anti-Kink protesters) to the challenges of producing a high-def video broadcast, and winding up with a summary of how they bought the Armory and what they intend to do with it.
Photo of the Armory by Flickr Zemistor, some rights reserved.
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One of my favorite comic series of recent years is Scott Pilgrim, and by “favorite” I mean, “would give up shoes for a month just to read the next one.” It tells the story of a twenty-something Canadian slacker/rocker/kung-fu protagonist and his quest to defeat the seven evil ex-boyfriends of the American Roller-Ninja Indie Chick that he has fallen in love with. The comic is amazing and funny and creative, and volume two has a killer vegan shepherd’s pie recipe. Seriously, I made it last night.
Fans of their future fledgling falcons, worried the babies may fall onto the roadway after hatching, are sending meddling members of UC Santa Cruz Predatory Bird Research Group to remove the eggs. The lil’ raptors, known to ornithologists as “eyases” will instead be hatched in a research facility down the coast in Santa Cruz, where we can assume baby bird birkenstocks are more widely available, and the Grateful Dead plays in the incubator on an endless mellowing loop…


