French FriendFeed User Took Picture of Jalopy in the Mission and Wrote Some Stuff in French

Like, a couple months ago, Didier at Encore une page had this to say about the Mission:

Je voulais poster un cliché San Franciscain, le Golden Gate Bridge ou le Cable Car qui descend une rue en pente raide comme le prix d’une bouteille de vin de Napa Valley. Finalement, j’ai opté pour cette voiture blanche garée devant un mur blanc sous un arbre noir dans une rue pas trop en pente, dans le quartier mexicain.

Link. Via FriendFeed.

SFPD CrimeMAPS Skimp on Homicide Stats

Over at Disenchanted Princess, Lola examines why the web-based SFPD CrimeMAPS tend to skimp on reliable homicide-related info:

The crime map allows you to search for forcible rape, arson, vehicle theft, robbery, burglary, vandalism, aggravated assault, larceny, and drug offenses. But not homicide.

Link to further investigation and conclusions.

Bars of the Mission: Doc's Clock (Smells Like Bathroom)

I love Doc’s Clock, but why does it have to smell like bathroom? Seriously, it *always* smells like bathroom. They have good beer specials, a phenomenal marquee out front, friendly staff, shuffleboard, a good jukebox, fairly clean bathrooms, etc. But it smells like bathroom.

Shotwell Bummer (Bars of the Mission: Inner Mission Beer Parlor)

So I was all stoked after my walk down Shotwell the other day and so tonight I dragged the crew to this bar I saw on the corner of Shotwell and 20th. The bar, Inner Mission, turned out to be a *smoking bar* full of smokers and smoke. Some of the crew didn’t mind, but one was bummed out. Sorry, one. They had Big Daddy, so it wasn’t all bad, but smoke blows.

Adios, muchacho.

Shotwell Stroll

You always hear people not wanting to live on or walk on or look for parking on Shotwell because the name makes them think of getting shot. Yesterday, I walked the entire length of Shotwell on my way home. Turns out, it’s a nice, quiet, neighborhood street with wide sidewalks, lots of trees and gardens, cute old houses, and a constant flow of pedestrians and cyclists.

Moreover, on this particular day, one side of the Mission was sunny and the other was blanketed by a storm cloud black as night. This resulted in some choice photo opportunities (see photo).

Chopped, Screwed Mariah Carey Video Features El Farolito Chile Relleno Burrito

My favorite new vlog is called Imsoooconfused. A few minutes ago, Imsoooconfused published a homemade video for a chopped and screwed version of Mariah Carey‘s new hit “Touch My Body”, in which an El Farolito burrito is prominently featured.

That Weird Open-Air F-Market Car With Christmas Lights Hanging Off It

Mission Mission reader Plug1 is on a roll this week, folks. I always see this thing rolling through Dolores Park on its way back to the yard, and I’ve always wondered what its story was, but I never had the journalistic gumption to find out. Turns out, it’s from Blackpool, the UK equivalent of Coney Island or Atlantic City (according to this Viceland interview with David Thewlis). Thanks, Plug. Link.

Previously on Mission Mission:

Plug1 inside Mission Dolores

Plug1 hunts Girafa graffiti

Plug1 strolls Clarion Alley

I swear I didn't write this

Look at this gem I found in today’s Missed Connections:


“cute white girl with bandanna at delirium saturday night. – 25 (mission district)”:

you had a tshirt and jeans on and a cute little bandanna around your neck. i was wearing jeans, tshirt, and a cute little bandanna too. We kinda matched. You have a tattoo i believe a band around your left bicep. You look more like a harcore kid than a hipster. Your guy friends were totally entertaining, the one in the suit and the aviators totally macked some asian girl right in front of me. You were totally cute. I am smitten. hope you had a good birthday. I’m always at delirium, maybe i’ll see you around.


Inside Mission Dolores

WHAT IM SEEING published a look inside Mission Dolores this evening. We all take for granted that this structure lends its name to both our favorite neighborhood and our favorite park, but how many of us have made a pilgrimage within its walls? And look, fun facts:

In the past 90 years, The Basilica has performed a whopping 6898 baptisms, 2043 marriages, and 5166 burials.



In a, what I consider somewhat valiant, attempt to promote the local economy, buy local to help the environment, and to get fresher vegetables, I have begun to buy the fruits and vegetables category of my life at a local market. The one on the corner. I wish I had a photo but I don’t. Just imagine a store with produce. As I pranced around the store getting peppers, carrots, green beans, and eyeing some nasty looking apples, out of the corner of my eye I saw a woman squeeze a cucumber, shake her head, and examine the mushrooms approvingly. Curious, I drew closer. Another woman glanced at the cucumbers, said something in Spanish to another woman who then molested the cucumber with her hand, and drew back in disgust. All three women had now moved onto different vegetables. I quickly reached out a grabbed a cucumber, wondering what was wrong. I pressed it, nothing happened. It felt solid and delicious. Now, I am of some good British stock, land of the cucumber sandwich for goodness sake. I know cucumbers. My ancestors had cucumber juice running in their veins. I knew these cucumbers were top quality. But I was spooked. And so I walked out of the store, cucumberless and alone.

And my salad that night was less delicious than usual.