I’m in San Francisco, and my friend is at work, so I spent the day biking around the city. It’s sunny and beautiful, and I have little to report.
Except this. I had never seen the Golden Gate Bridge before, and had forgotten what it looked like in photos, so when I saw it I was surprised:
Why is it called the Golden Gate Bridge? Shouldn’t it be gold, or at least yellow? I don’t get it.
Anyhow. I just came back from walking in the Mission, my friend’s neighborhood, and I passed this cool-looking Hispanic Baptist church. It’s covered in murals, from corn and fish to dancing women and romantic skyscapes:
I was admiring it and taking photos when a man walked up to me. “Isn’t this the biggest eyesore you’ve ever seen?” he asked.
I said I liked it. Then, he just started complaining about it, if you can call a string of expletives complaining.
Some people.
It’s not the bridge that’s golden. A cursory Google search or dictionary browse reveals the following:
The Golden Gate is a strait in western California connecting the Pacific Ocean and San Francisco Bay. Discovered in 1579 by Sir Francis Drake, it was known as the Golden Gate long before the name gained popularity during the gold rush of 1849. The Golden Gate Bridge, which spans the strait, was completed in 1937.
— eau · Jan 28, 01:04 AM · #