Mission Mission

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Reader Winslow has some questions:

I was walking by that firehouse on nineteenth and (Van Ness, right?) and saw this on the stump of the telephone pole next to a full-size phone pole. (Always thought that was a very suspicious stump of a phone pole to begin with.) Is this that same shitty kitty man you posted about a few weeks ago? What’s he got against Spain?

It’s the same shitty kitty man I think, and maybe what he’s got against Spain is that he’s about to get gored. Telephone or Soup, please confirm.

Previously:

Shitty Kitty

Jen got in touch on Thursday with the news that her stolen bike had shown up for sale on Craigslist. Over the weekend, she got it back, with a little help from the SFPD:

I don’t want to post the whole story – and I know this is a letdown if you’ve followed this saga so far – because it was a truly beautifully organized operation that went down, and I don’t want to compromise that security for future operations. I had no idea they actually operated like this and even now that I’ve been a part of it, it’s insane to believe that it happened. The two brilliant, wonderful SFPD officers we met at Weird Fish were bike people. We talked components, we talked frame, I talked so much that they eventually laughed and told me that I could stop because they had long believed me. So the details are going to be left out, but here’s the jist:

Getting your stolen bike back, San Francisco style

After all this week’s talk of down moms, I figured I’d say something about my down mom. The above image is a screen shot from a video I posted last Mother’s Day. But I figure some of you might’ve missed it, so we’ll look at it again.

In the video, my mom shares this rad final project she’d made in college, and in the accompanying text you get some historical background as to part of maybe why I love the Mission so much. Happy Mother’s Day! Link.

If you bring your mom. Creme Brulee Cart says the fun starts at 3pm. Link.

Ariel just got a fun email from his mom (that’s right, his mom):

Waiting to cross at Valencia on 16th heading east, a guy pulls up on a bicycle, sprays a dark green dot over some other colors on the curb over the sewer, and then dropped a 2″ X 1″ filled (don’t know with what) baggy into the sewer.  A middle ageish white guy with a vest with day glow stripes.  Who dat? What’s he up to?  On my way, I noticed all the sewer curbs had dark green dots over other colors.  So very curious.

(Emphasis mine.) Thanks, Ariel! Thanks, Ariel’s mom! Link.

Previously:

Orange Yam Dead Drop

Tonight’s edition of Literary Death Match features guest judge Eve Batey, editor and publisher of the SF Appeal.

Eve was an early supporter of Mission Mission, and she’s been instrumental in its continued success, providing us with lots of free advice, journalism lessons, legal counsel, and a shoulder to cry on when times got tough. Thanks forever for everything, Eve.

She’s also got a mouth on her you wouldn’t believe, and a fiery temper to match. And poor impulse control. So it’ll be fun to see her on stage, ripping some poor poet to shreds.

The fun starts early: 6:30PM at Elbo Room, $5.

Photo by Sarah Hromack.

Previously:

Bright Lights at the Elbo Room

Interview with LDM’s Todd Zuniga

LDM at Amnesia

Thanks, Wade (for the photo and the title)! Link.

Previously:

Sorrowful Sewer Pipe at Ritual

Mission Mission and Ritual Roasters

There is nothing quite like biking down Florida, the sweet yeasty smell of Panorama bread filling the air, unless it is all those things, plus happening upon a burgeoning garden.  This vacant lot, although not a giant pit, is about to become a community space:

The woman in the photo did acknowledge that this is only a temporary setup and that when the lot gets sold the garden will have to dismantle, still, the tub and wooden pyramid seem pretty settled to me. Awesome that the landowner is encouraging of this idea, awesome that someone is taking the initiative, and we can only hope that maybe this economy never turns around and it never gets sold! Who needs a job anyway? I’d rather sit in a fragrant park.

There is a grand opening to be held tomorrow (Saturday), with live music, muraling, demonstrations (surely there is a vacant lot you might like to see turned into a park), and community bonding from 11am to 4pm, and any volunteers to get the park ready beforehand are welcome.

Previously:

Mission Greenbelt Project

How About a Peace Garden in This Bleak IGA Parking Lot?

Oh man. Keli and Logan from the Mission Street Food staff are about to bust the street food revolution wide open with a cart devoted to cookies and ICE CREAM SANDWICHES. They’re on Twitter already, and they’re called Cookie Wag. I can’t wait!

Previously:

Keli and Logan on Fashionist.

Street Food and Twitter on M1ssion Loc@l.