On Wed, 26 Apr 2017 23:29:57 -0700, "billbowden"
I think we have a three-storey limit in my neighborhood. Just a
few blocks down Market Street on the way to downtown, the new
buildings have five or six storeys. I call those buildings dot-commer
buildings. Nobody I've talked with likes seeing them around. The
exteriors are "modern" and "streamlined", i.e. they have no
personality. I've heard that some of the interiors are luxurious,
but the exteriors don't add any character to the neighborhoods.
The people in the Mission District a mile and a bit east of me
are fighting an ongoing battle against new development,
particularly five or more storey development, partly because
the facelessness of the new buildings hurts the character of
the Mission and partly because it's rich outsiders who move
into those buildings, which the people in the Mission fear is
going to drive up rents generally, though of course they have
rent-control too so the effect won't be immediate.
>I think the idea is to force anybody who wants to attend the college to live
>in the surrounding apartments and just walk across the street to school.
>It's starting to look like New York city. But I guess you can still take the
>bus. I rode the bus to school for a year, One night a teacher saw me waiting
>for the bus and gave me a ride.
We have dot-commers moving in to San Francisco. They work
down the Peninsula but want to live in San Francisco. I can't
blame them for wanting that - who wouldn't want that? - but the
featureless condos that they seem to like, or at least put up with,
are changing the character of the city and not in a good way.
They can afford the exorbitant rents.
Rent control was voted in by the people already living here so
as not to force people who are already settled here to move out.
My landlord is dead though and my landlady is older than myself.
If she dies before me, their daughters might invoke the "Ellis Act"
to force me out.
I typed something more at the end of the previous paragraph,
but I had to delete it because I looked up the Ellis act and it's
quite a bit different than I'd thought:
https://www.sftu.org/ellis/
One thing in it is "Tenants who fight the Ellis eviction win
surprisingly often. Tenants who don’t win often drag out the
eviction for well over a year and get into a position where they
can settle on their terms. The first rule of an Ellis is not to
panic but to become resolved to fight for your home." Since
I'm both a senior and technically disabled, I'll get at least a
year's grace. Despite two fake knees and a fake hip, I don't
feel disabled. Young whippersnappers are always offering
me their seats on the bus, which is nice of them but I don't
like being reminded that I look like a "senior" now. I've
considered dying my hair, but it probably wouldn't help much.
I saw Trump from the side on TV today, BTW, and a big
wedge of his hair was standing straight out most unnaturally
in front from the top of his head out to a couple of inches
ahead of his face. It made me think of the takeoff area on
an aircraft carrier, or a ski jump.
I guess the protections for existing tenants explain why,
when the guy across the street wanted to sell his building
because he was moving down the peninsula, he - or rather
the person who was buying the building - had to bribe a
tenant who refused to leave $60,000 to get her to move.
She'd been giving the guy across the street headaches for
years. He was always complaining about her but he
couldn't get rid of her.
I don't know if you want to read all the details of the Ellis
Act - I sure didn't. It reads like a legalistic rat's next. The
last things I would ever have wanted to do for a living
would have been an accountant or a lawyer, since stuff
like that is certainly not to my taste. It gives me the willies
in fact. I did once write an accounting program for the
accountant at a firm where I was working, and I could
hardly believe how unnecessarily (IMV) complicated and
arbitrary everything about accounting was.
I hope I die where I am, rather than ever having to
move my stuff. I have three or four thousand CDs for one
thing. My son can deal with that, since he manages rental
units so he's used to the grief, but he hates it as much as
I would. The fact that he'll have so much money coming
to him that he'll never really have to work again, since
he's frugal as I am, should ease the pain though. He just
had a birthday, and was moaning in an email that he's
55 now.