Hippie Parents Don't Really Care About Your Wellbeing?

Imsoooconfused lost his Amtrak tickets, couldn’t make it home for Thanksgiving, and got into a frightful three-way phone conversation with his maybe-hippie parents. But hopefully this thrilling video reenactment makes it all worth it :(

Pizza Party

This short film looks at a day in the life of a dude who does nothing but eat pizza, all day. Dolores Park and our acquaintance Britte Marsh both make key cameos.

Dolores Park Ladies Room Graffiti

Katie ventured inside and found this good stuff.

Collision: Hog vs. Pickup

Ha! Total coincidence: As I’m loading up these pictures, iTunes is on shuffle, and I get “If I Had Words” from the Babe soundtrack! That’ll do, iTunes.

This scene occurred on San Jose somewhere around 30th, at like 2:45pm, Sunday.

Tagging the Bejesus out of the Dolores Park Bathroom Building

What’s the deal? Get it prettier at least.

We Love Bart Davenport

Legendary Oakland musician Bart Davenport‘s latest album Palaces is really good. This is the video for the first single; it has girls and juggling and xylophone glockenspiel.

The whole rest of the album is great too, but I want to mention two songs in particular. “Freeway Flowers” is a love song from the point of view of a Bay Area resident lost in Los Angeles. It begins, “Don’t know the 10 from the 110…” Been there! The next one is one called “Yerba Buena,” which I think is about being from Oakland and dating someone who lives in the city. Right at the beginning, it mentions the Make-Out Room and 12 Galaxies. Both songs, and all the rest can be sampled (and purchased) here.

Previously on Mission Mission:

The Mission vs. Los Angeles

Adios, 12 Galaxies

Post-Buy-Nothing-Day Really Really Free Market in Dolores Park

Whether or not you held it together and really bought nothing on Buy Nothing Day yesterday, you can at least celebrate some of its principles and do some really really free holiday shopping at today’s Really Really Free Market in the park. (via funcheapSF)

Badass Gash

Bunch of new stuff over on the Hamburger Eyes blog, including this portrait by tondar. Link.

Parking Retard

Great parking nightmare story over at bunny land:

Last night, there were no parking places on my usual street. Well, there were a few, but they were just a few feet behind a big rusty pickup with fraternity letters and no rear visibility, and a few feet behind a junk truck with no visibility.

So, I parked at a small stretch of curb between two driveways. I avoid this spot, because the first time I parked there, when I came out in the morning there were notes on my scooter.

Well, it’s a legal spot, you can’t rent a curb, there was no where else, so I parked there. I have actively been avoiding this spot, since I got the note, because anyone dumb enough to think that they can rent a spot on a public street is not someone I want to deal with.

This morning I made sure to bring a pen, just in case I needed to respond to a note.

But no.

When I turn the corner, my scooter is parked on the sidewalk. And there are two people getting into a car that is parked where my scooter was when I left it last night.

“Hey did you move my scooter?”

Oh my god! See out it ends, here. (Thanks, Eve!)

Previously on Mission Mission:

Poop On My Driveway And I Will Run You Over With My Stroller

BART Swing


Lauren at Double Takes just discovered Caroline Woolard‘s Swinging Underground project, in which a backpack turns into a subway swing and adds a little whimsy to an otherwise dreary commute — for you and all your fellow commuters. Link. (Thanks, Mike!)

Previously on Mission Mission:

Sidewalk Swing

BART Boner