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Badass Bullhead Mural Unfortunately Located Right on Top of Rad Laser Kitty Mural

It’s like if Picasso painted Guernica over Starry Night!

[Photo by Ben Roodman] [via SFist]

Previously:

The Origin of the Laser Kitty Mural

Stringbike

Huh?

[via Urban Velo]

A Plea For Clothedness

SFist Editor Brock Keeling made a rare visit to the Mission last night, and was struck by this tender plea.

So, what do you think? Should we lose the frogs and make this guy our mascot?

Why Do You Like the Holidays?

Damn right! Happy holidays, everybody!

[Thanks, Aaron!]

Will Ritual Roasters Get a Permanent Parklet or Not?

We mentioned the possibility last month.

Today, the Examiner explains why some NIMPS are seeking to block the the endeavor:

Neighbors’ main complaint is the loss of parking spaces. The project outside Ritual Roasters, for example, would take up two spaces on the street.

Other people, however, worried that the seating areas would attract homeless people and drug use after business hours, and others were concerned that the areas are too close to traffic.

Laura Marcic, who lives next to Ritual Coffee Roasters, said she worries that the increased seating area will attract a crowd after hours, which will lead to more noise and trash.

“It’s a gamble,” she said. “I’m not all for it, but I’m a single mother and I can’t take off work to protest at a hearing.”

Read on.

[via NBC Bay Area] [fun new acronym by SocketSite]

CONTEST: Win a Fully Customizable Mission-Fabulous Messenger Bag by Mission Bicycle and Rickshaw Bags

Last week we told you all about this new collaboration by two beloved local companies. You go into the shop, pick custom colors for pretty much every panel and piece of trim on the bag, and then you pick your map. They don’t have every street in the neighborhood (sorry, San Carlos), but they have most of the best ones. You can map your favorite intersection, or series of intersections, or have some parallels, or some parallels and some intersections. And then, you align them on a grid (diagonal or horizontal), and you’ve got your very own personalized map emblazoned on the back of your deluxe, locally fabricated messenger bag! And all for less than $100! Only at Mission Bicycle!

Or TOTALLY FREE if you win the following contest:

In the comments section below, tell us what colors and streets you’d customize your bag with and how and why. Get creative! Get emotional! The raddest plan (as judged by Mission Mission and maybe Mission Bicycle) wins a free bag.

This contest ends at 8pm on Wednesday so we can notify a winner by Thursday morning so that maybe they can stop by the shop that day, officially put their order in, and maybe pick up one of those colorful Mission Bicycle t-shirts as a placeholder Christmas present for whomever they’re maybe eventually going to give their customized bag to.

 

The Flossed World

Somebody strung a shit-ton of floss between a pole and a tree or something at 19th and Valencia on Saturday. And they strung it tight, too. You could throw yourself into it and you’d bounce right off.

Moreover, that installation supported the weight of two full-grown adult humans! They climbed it! A bunch of floss! They climbed a bunch of floss — and chilled out for a while when they got to the top!

I love epic Saturdays in the Mission.

UPDATE: Climbers climbing!

Improved Rum Cocktail

It’s called “The Old Shoe,” it contains good rum, a couple other ingredients and but one giant-sized ice cube, and you can get it in that cute little back room at Dalva.

I don’t usually go for rum drinks unless I’m on an island or something, but this is my new favorite cocktail. It’s a bit of a puzzler. Not one bit tropical. Rather, it actually does taste like an old shoe, but in a good way. A great way. Noodle that for a minute.

Or just go try an Old Shoe.

The Sky Is Falling

Watch your ass!

Allan Hough

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Biographical Info:

"I joked that living in the Mission would be the end of me. And there were nights where it felt like the case.

One night I went out with my friend Allan to the bar that no one goes to on 16th Street, where I lost half my drink and money on the dance floor. Later we skated down 16th to Evelyn Lee, where I fell off my board and landed on my head as the 22 bus sped past behind me. A sobering moment. At the bar, I sulked and nursed my wounds until Allan put on Amy Winehouse’s 'Valerie.' We danced, he dipped me, and I felt better."

— My pal Valerie, writing about life in the Mission