Mission Mission

Okay, ha-ha. But seriously, tomorrow morning I’m leaving town, just in time to miss a menu with SOFT SHELL PO’ BOY SLIDERS, KOBE LENGUA, DUCK HEARTS AND FOIE GRAS ON A STICK. What is wrong with me? Link.

Our pal Thaddius just hipped us to the news of the century. Mr. Pickle has been spotted lurking in the photostream of Flickr photographer cellybrain. The above is brightened up a bit. See the original here.

I messaged the photographer a few minutes ago asking if he has any interest in trying to help get the hostage returned home safely. No reply yet.

The rest of his photostream is pretty killer, too. A sample:

I love this picture. It’s like all of ’70s cinema in one quick snap. Telstar Logistics wins again. Click it to blow it up.

K-Mac over at Mission and Highland had quite a night last night:

Last night the couple above me got into a big fight. It sounded horrible. I was going to call the cops. Then, I heard the woman walk down the stairwell crying. I poked my head out the window to see her walking and weeping down the sidewalk toward her car holding an overnight bag. I watched her get into her Mustang and leave expecting the boyfriend to coming running after her. I thought things were done for the night.

And it just builds and builds from there.

A few weeks ago it was just a few people wearing masks on the streets.  Now Walgreen’s on 23rd and Mission is apparently trying to cash in on the action.  Better late than never.

Don’t get me wrong, I’m not hating on Walgreens.  Until 40 minutes ago, I didn’t know that Banana Boat sunblock could help me prevent Swine Flu.  It’s amazing what you learn when trying to buy glue before close.

Previously:

Shitty Kitty Sick of Spain

Mike Monteiro is one of the best reasons to use Twitter, and look at this, he likes a band we like!

Previously:

My First Earthquake

Monteiro on Calf-Toned Marina Hoochies in the Mission

Sunday May 31, Lincart Gallery hosts a fundraiser for a new movie by Miles Montalbano, director of Revolution Summer (set in the Mission) and the Jonathan Richman concert film Take Me To The Plaza. Also on the bill are Ralph Carney (of Gaucho) and some other people.

From the “get-off-my-lawn” department:

BEWARE: Poker Players and Loose Women

Beware?  Are you kidding?  This sounds awesome!

TRESPASSERS, Beggars, Vagrants, Loiterers, are NOT WELCOME.  You will be subject to removal by tenant, and full criminal Prosecution.  THIS MEANS YOU!

Damnit, it looks like I’ll just have to head to Reno.

(Spotted on the always friendly 800 block of Capp St.)

“Twelve Dusty Diamonds” by The Tiki Men is one of my favorite records of all time. It is wall to wall gems, mostly instrumentals, recorded roughly. It is raw and exuberant in a way unlike anything else I’ve ever heard, like a gang of friends partying hearty in 100-degree Sacramento backyard heat. You can still get it from Hillsdale Records.

Most of the songs are covers, but the originals are credited to one “Micah K.” Last week, I read Micah Kennedy’s obituary in Sacramento’s Midtown Monthly. Read it here, and be sure to stick around for the comments. There are links to mp3s of some of Micah’s stuff, and the flood of memories and corny jokes warms the heart.

The other day I made a crack about not having hometown pride. But I do. I grew up in Sacramento, home of the Tiki Men.

After the jump is a Q&A I did with Micah’s band mate Tim for a fanzine called Noises From The Garage 10 years ago:

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