Mission Mission

What would the Bizarro counterpart (see Superboy #68, 1957 -ed.) of our commander in chief look like? I think this artist rendering in the front door of La Rondalla answers that question.

Note how the artist managed to convey polished chrome features without the use of color. The hand-rendered lens flare effect is very refreshing a post-Photoshop world. Also, the intentional facial asymmetry of the subject allows us to reflect on our own imperfections and embrace them.

Perhaps most amazingly, the piece is dated 6-11-80. This artist was clearly far ahead of his time. I am glad this masterpiece has been carefully preserved in a quality binder sleeve for future generations to enjoy.

Came across this tweet randomly, made me smile.  Sweet victory!  It seems Australians have voted San Francisco as the ultimate authority on burritos.

20 million convicts and kangaroos can’t be wrong!  Suck it, Brock!

Kally Price is an amazing local jazz singer in the Billie Holiday and early blues tradition. She’s one of the most soulful and sincere singers in the bay area; you’ll get none of that mom-friendly Diana Krall business that Yoshi’s tries to shove down your throat. This stuff is more grandma-friendly. Face it, your grandparents were way cooler than your parents.

She starts at 9pm at goes till 12:30 at Revolution Cafe (or as I call it “little Amsterdam”) on 22nd and Bartlett. No cover charge so be sure to get your drink on and toss a fiver in the tip jar. We spotted Broke-Ass Stuart there last night so you know it’s affordable.

Check out this video I shot of her singing one of her originals at Amnesia a while ago:

Or if you’re looking for something more heavy:

The loosely-mission based post-punky new band La Corde are playing a show tonight in the mission opening for Crime Desire and OK?

Sub-Mission is on Mission and 18th. It shares space with Taqueria El Balazo. It’s one of those rare all-ages punk venues in a warehouse-y space. Don’t you miss having your mom drop you off at the Gilman and changing into your studded jean jacket while your best friend spiked your hair with Elmer’s glue in the parking lot? I do.

This polo-clad Casanova has been scheming on anything with a low neckline and short neck in the Mission.  Watch out, ladies!  Most recently spotted between 23rd and 24th on Mission.

We received a very nice note from Paawan, founder of Green Coriander, a new Indian dinner take-out service.  Paawan is offering a 20% discount to readers who mention they heard about the service on Mission Mission, so by all means, take advantage.  Some deets:

Green Coriander, LLC, is a wholesome Indian food take-out dinner service in San Francisco. All our meals are nutritionally balanced and made fresh with organic and high-quality ingredients. Order online before noon and pick up in the evening from one of its two convenient locations – Mission or SOMA.

At Green Coriander , we are focused on creating heart healthy Indian meals and offer choices that are suitable for gluten-free, vegan (no, we do not use ghee or cream) and diabetic diets (we offer brown rice substitution). We are committed to using organic and local produce as far as possible and cook in high quality premium oils. Menu changes every day and every week. We currently offer vegetarian/vegan meals but will add chicken or fish to the menu soon… so stay tuned.

Mission location is at 1839 15th Street. More info here.  Order up, folks.

Many Machines sometimes shares exchanges with the kids from 826 Valencia. Here comes one now!

Me: Is that your book about the history of pirates?

5th Grader: It’s not mine, but I was reading it.

Me: Is it good?

Read on for the answer. I really like the answer.

Previously:

826 Valencia Kids Love Obama [P.S. Why isn't this image on a shirt yet?]

Nikolas Larson sent us this amazing technicolor lion he chalked up on 20th and Valencia. Pretty bitchin’, Nikolas. Looks like all those days in detention payed off.

The Knockout, a club known for a 90′s music night that you may have heard of (and for which I hold a completely neutral opinion), is having a swell show tonight.

Opening the night will be the Sarees, an all-girl psychedelic garage group driven by a goddamned electric sitar. That’s right, while you were just talking about how you “need to get a sitar because you’re down with eastern sounds and pretty good at guitar and they’ll like basically the same thing, right?” Michele actually did it and uses it in a real awesome band. On top of that, there is a Wong (drummer Jasmyn) in the group… and you can’t go Wong with a Wong.

Afterwards, stick around the spooky fever-dream folk of Marabelle Phoenix and country stylings of Tobyn Clark while sipping a tall-boy of Tecate.

Shows starts at 9:30 and costs 6 bucks.

P.S. If you’re a girl and you really have to go to the bathroom and find yourself in the men’s room, wait for a stall… trust me on this one.

Oh no. Oh no, no, no. You’re mucking this up terribly. Was that chilly white just a base coat? You were looking as beautiful as a Banana Republic. Must you really dress yourself as a Tex-Mex children’s hospital? Please reconsider.

From Sexpigeon, an update on the Walgreens-in-progress on Cesar Chavez/Mission.

I must say, I agree with the criticism so far.  However! I’m feeling positive toward 2k10 and all that it may bring.  Perhaps our new Walgreens will end up looking like a pimp pastel Mondrian?

I’m always a sucker for a good intersection long exposure.  Especially when you get a ghost of a car in the frame.  But really, shit like this makes me anxious for April.  I was just laying around the park the other day, you know, the one that was sunny, and couldn’t help but feel like I was right at my summertime home.  Sure, the water in the soil soaked through my clothes, I was only offered weed once, I saw less beer than people and I couldn’t help but look at the woman buying ice cream and think “look at the balls on her” as mine climbed up into my lower abdomen for warmth.   But this park is still in the prime of its life.  All this rain and January weather has made the grass green and plentiful, geared up for a little summer-time abuse.  A midnight wheelchair race down the hill.  Irrate neighbors.  Police issuing citations.  DJs all day Saturday.  Jedi warriors standing up for justice.

Bring it on, 2010.

(photo by tkamenick)