Mission Mission

A reader, Ellen, reports that there is an interesting odor at the corner of 23rd and Folsom:

Well I noticed that it is that time of year when the corner at 23rd and Folsom St. smells like male ejaculate… If you think I am being nuts, go stand there and take a whiff for yourself.  It totally smells like jizz.  It has something to do with the trees growing on that street and it happens every year for a few weeks over June-July.

While I personally cannot verify this, our very own Allan Hough claims to have “heard tales of the jizz tree before.”

This week on I Heart Street Art, SF Weekly pays me to show off a bunch of pictures from my trip to Spain:

I Heart Street Art: Valencia Trip

From reader Amy Y.:

[O]n Sunday afternoon I witnessed this guy getting the crap beaten out of him in Dolores Park. I am still a little disturbed about it, although the ass kicking was totally justified.

Anyway, the park was pretty packed given that it was sunny and all and I started to notice this guy sitting next to a group of women near the restrooms. He seemed really out of place, like he didn’t belong with their group and they didn’t want him around but were doing their best to ignore him. At point the guy, we’re guessing meth addict, had his pants down and was trying to show them these nasty tattoos on his legs.

Before long, there was a commotion. I learned later that he’d stolen someone in that group’s shoes. When one of the women went to confront him, he either slapped or punched her in the face. Seeing this, a guy sitting nearby jumps up and proceeds to kick the crap out of him, quite impressively I might say, Jean Claude Van Damme style. (I’m guessing he had some sort of martial arts training).

The guy who hit the woman was losing from the get go, though at one point he pulled off his belt to try to use it to fight. Roughly about then, a friend of his was able to convince him to leave the park before the cops arrived.

Oh and in the midst of getting pummeled and kicked, the guy tried to steal yet another pair of shoes belonging to someone in my group.

Brock at SFist yesterday hipped us to this short documentary about a woman who makes little dollhouses for those little Homie characters you see in gumball machines around the neighborhood. Come for the dioramas of your favorite neighborhood points of interest, stay for the artist’s reminiscences of the Mission of her youth:

Homes for the Homies

Just when you are starting to think you have seen it all on Capp…

Looks like My First Earthquake just shot a music video in the Mission.  Bonus points if you can easily identify the street they are jamming on in the opening scene.

(Cool in the Cool Way – Invasion of the Hipster Bodysnatchers)

This morning, some deeply superficial people unveiled an origami frog pond in Dolores Park.  Check it.

"Ribbit"

eviloars asks “what does this tree look like?”

“I was thinking a giant leaping ghost. Or that Oogie Boogie guy from ‘Nightmare Before Christmas’.”

(Found on 15th St. - link)

If you didn’t make it to the Bicycle Music Festival yesterday, you missed out.

For a little while, there were performances in the middle of Dolores St. Oddly enough, this did not appear to bother the police.

As soon as they tried to setup in the park, the police tried to shut it down. Luckily they were able to get permission to use the movie night's permit and eventually played.

This is the power-generating setup they used. 5 bikes in total; the three far bikes were all connected to the same unit.

After everyone confused this object with a bong, it was revealed to be the power meter. There was a fan at the bottom of the tube whose speed was regulated by the power being generated by the cyclists. As they pedaled, an empty beer can would move up and down the tube--into the red if they were pedaling too much and into the orange if they were not pedaling enough.

I never did figure out if this was a cello case or a coffin...

An anonymous tipster tells us of pretty crazy scene from Saturday morning.  Allegedly two men were driving along Folsom and parked at the 22nd St light.  With multiple witnesses standing around the intersection, the passenger then got out of the car and started smashing the windows and body of an adjacent parked car with a large object (presumably a crowbar).  After making quite a scene and not even stealing anything, they sped off down Folsom.