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When the world grew too strange and terrible for even Hunter S. Thompson, he found solace by thumbing through the Book of Revelation. Thompson, however, existed in a very different San Francisco than our 140-character iteration of the place; Gog and Magog could afford a large furnished flat just working odd jobs and spend the rest of their time distributing political pamphlets and weaving those chairs for Huey Newton.
Thompson, alas, is no longer with us. And Revelation, a prophecy of our chaotic future, may have resonated more in our chaotic past. A more prescient message for the teeming, ephemeral San Francisco of today can be gleaned from the Book of Mark: "For what shall it profit a man, if he shall gain the whole world, and lose his own soul?"
At times, it seems the city's ascendant class is attempting to actually calculate a quantifiable answer to this question.
The tech companies permeating our city enable us to talk more and say less. We are growing ever more connected in the virtual world and disconnected in the actual world. Armed with computers the size of a deck of cards, we can now simultaneously accomplish multiple tasks our generational forebears had the good sense to blow off altogether.
Somewhere, assuredly, the algorithm for the optimal profit-to-soul ratio is being tweaked.
The au courant targets of fist-shaking anti-gentrification types are those sleek corporate shuttles with the Darth Vader tinted windows. These rolling allegories are crowding Muni buses out of Muni stops as assuredly as the well-heeled riders within are crowding Muni riders out of the city.
Also, they're big and slow and easy to blockade.
But there's another entity better suited to serve as the epitome of our time and place. Of a tech-savvy operation fine-tuned to cleave dollars from people with the efficiency — and impersonality — of a slaughterhouse. Of any notion of empathy being trumped by an algorithm. Of a city where a bloated government saddled with obsolete technology struggles with ham-handed attempts at benevolence while the streamlined high-tech companies it coddles have elevated crass exploitation to a science.
The End Times that enraptured Thompson may yet come. Uber Times are already here.
And, for the record, one of Kalanick's "pro tips" on eluding the lash of Uber's fluctuating supply-and-demand "surge pricing" feature on New Year's Eve was to refrain from using Uber at the exact moments you'd most want to use Uber.
Well, that's the wisdom of the free market. That's how it feels to be given the finger by the invisible hand.
A tech baron offering a tutorial on how to best avoid his taking all your money pushes us into a bizarre realm; even Marie Antoinette didn't lecture the sans-culottes on which patisserie had the most reasonably priced cake.
In today's opulent San Francisco, it appears we've entered an epoch in which parody may no longer be possible. And forget self-parody: The Big Winners have forgotten how to be embarrassed about their transparently and spectacularly self-serving behavior. They no longer even see the need to employ a backroom when banging out backroom deals.
On one level, there's an inclination to tip your cap to Uber for being unapologetic and straightforward about its rapaciousness; as Jackie Mason used to quip about Richard Nixon, "I love a crook who knows his business." And yet, Uber — and all the so-called "rideshares" — are built atop a foundation that's anything but straightforward. They've staked their existence on a litany of fanciful notions no less farfetched than a Norse creation myth.
Billion-dollar operations have muscled into a niche intended for "rideshares" of the sort once found on Craigslist. As the city's streets grow lousy with these "rideshares," Uber et al. insist they're merely tech platforms — amalgamations of ones and zeros with snappy logos — connecting riders and drivers. Uber claims it has no responsibility for any misfortune befalling those who ride in or operate vehicles summoned via its app; its fleet is chauffeured by hired guns contracted by third parties. And so, when things go wrong, a company so straightforward about its desire to separate you from your money begins parsing language with Talmudic proficiency.
And on Dec. 31, things went very wrong.
Police say an Uber driver named Syed Muzzafar surged through a crosswalk at Polk and Ellis, striking an entire family and killing 6-year-old Sophia Liu. While Muzzafar identified himself to the cops as an Uber driver, and the company eventually confirmed the same, Uber's ongoing response has been a semantic meditation regarding the parameters of what it is to be an Uber driver.
Uber distanced itself from culpability, stating "this tragedy did not involve a vehicle or provider doing a trip on the Uber system," and later adding that Muzzafar "was not providing services on the Uber system" when Liu was killed.
I had to create an account just to comment on this article. This is some of the worst writing I have ever seen. Horrible punctuation, grammar, syntax, and prose. I don't even know what your article was trying to accomplish. Was this about San Francisco, tech as a culture, Uber as a company, or the consumer and the new paradigm. There is little reporting value, and almost no narrative here. It's like you wrote to write, talked to talk. You didn't say ANYTHING. Just awful writing.
It's just a matter of time before more traffic accidents start happening with drivers for these various companies are actually considered "on the clock" It's also a matter of time before the gates open and the flood of litigation begins.
It should be an interesting show.
@laughtiger And your point is? If it is unsustainable they will go out of business. End of story.
@mlion Awful people, awful writing, awful politics.
@mlion You are completely out of your mind. Maybe you cut your literary teeth on Gawker or USA Today, or maybe you're just too stuck in your own little myopic bubble to understand the context, but this is a brilliant piece. In fact, I'm going to to try to read everything from Joe Eskenazi from here on.