Mission Mission

Myles made the announcement this morning: His new 7″ is out now. Limited quantities I’m sure, so get ‘em while they’re hot.

Previously:

Gonna Find Boyfriends TONIGHT

Ramona knows:

People are afraid to do open-mic standup comedy, and it’s probably because it’s just about the most pretentious thing you could possibly do besides run for president or murder someone.

I’m going to get up on this barely elevated stage, and I am going to try to make you laugh. I’m not going to definitely make you laugh, because some things I’m going to say aren’t funny, and some of you can be stupid, but probably not in the same way that I can be stupid, and also some of you laugh mainly on the inside and should really stop coming to open-mics.

Last Wednesday I tried my hand at a comedy open mic.

See how it went. Seriously, it’s a great read. Waaay better than Funny People.

Some shots from this Sunday.  (As usual, click to zoom.)

Watching the World Cup final in the Valencia Street garage of the Mission tricycle stereo guy — thanks! (Sorry, Orange.)

The Ferocious Few on Valencia:

The lead singer telekinetically tuning his guitar:

Another rockin’ band on 24th…

…so rocking, in fact, that their house was doing that Flight of the Conchords wiggle:

Hey, look, another bike band Fossil Fool!

And my personal favorite: French Tacos! The Croque Monsieur (Croque Señor?) was particularly l’awesome.

All and all, a good day (but we really need it to go until at least 4 or 5 PM).  We can do this once a month, no?

On the downside, there was a curious lack of food vendors.  And while I’m sure it’s a permitting nightmare, I’d like to see the city help our favorite food carts get in on this.

Therese enumerates some things dudes yell at her when she rides past on her bike:

- “nice tits” (personal favorite)

- “ride safe, mama.”

- “hey, you! on the bike! yooo-hoo!”

- “i see you getting your exercise, little mama. i see you GETTIN IT. i see you GETTIN IT.”

Entirely pleasant, right? Wrong? Anybody got anything worse?

Photo by Meli.

Cheap and easy!

Happy Birthday, All of Them Witches! Thanks for sharing your friend Sarah’s charming idea!

Previously:

It’s-It Tip

Comes from Mazzy, regarding the Levi’s Workshop on Valencia and the American Apparel store on Valencia that wasn’t:

I guess American Apparel should have bought a friggen printing press.

Corporations take note!

Photo by Sylvain Norget.

TK over at 40 Going on 28 delivered a downright tasty review of Hog & Rocks over the weekend. Here’s some of it:

All the main courses are like $10 or $12, dig? No wonder the place was packed. I wasn’t that hungry because I had already like 16 beers so I got some jamon serrano. You know what that is? It’s a pile of ham. That suited me just fine. Stephen and Jessica are vegetarians so they were pretty much fucked because it’s called “Hog & Rocks,” not “Potato & Rocks.” They got some side dishes that were really good, though. There was a brown bean kind of thing that tasted OK.

Read the rest. And for god’s sake, be real careful doing a Flickr search for “hog and rocks.”

P.S. No way is that dude still 40. I’ve been reading that blog for like three years.

The top half of the poster contains everything you need to know:

Though I’m sure we’re all pumped for !!!, Surfer Blood and She & Him too. And the Ferris Wheel of course.

Official site is here.

Lots of folks probably had the time of their lives. India did, and here she enumerates why:

-Was amazed by how much he sounds the same/how attractive I find a 68 year old man
-Probably ruined my vocal chords screaming
-Not like he could hear me, but he did wave a lot
-This is the closest I have ever been to a Beatle
-This is also the closest I have ever been to God
-When he sang “Two of Us” I screamed and wet myself because I want to walk down the aisle to that (I mean, apparently. I yelled that when they started playing it so it must be true).

Read on.

Photo by auweia.

Can you imagine partying in an era prior to the Black Eyed Peas and Scissor Sisters and Lady Gaga? It must’ve been so hard.

Great henley on that one guy though. And how do you think they got to the bar? Track bikes weren’t invented yet, and U-locks were the size of hula hoops.

These guys know nothing of George W. Bush or 9/11 or Twilight or LeBron. Imagine that. What a world.

Photos by Orla G, from her set SkyLark Birthday 2000.