Kink-Necked Graffiti Chicken in the Throes of a Spastic Episode

Reader deaddollz wants to know what happened to Ba-Kok:

this kid bombed the mission hard from 06-08 then disappeared. is he/she in jail? moved to a new city? died!? i don’t know, but i do know that i miss this silly shit. ba-kok 4-life. sf misses you!

Indeed! Here’s the official Mission Mission report from way back in March of ’08.

Arizmendi Is Open! Grandly!

The music is good, the staff is pumped, and there are plenty of Chocolate Things, plenty of every kind of cookie — plenty of everything you could possibly want.

Zooey Deschanel Singing 'God Bless America' at the Giants Game

TK has a number of thoughts on the matter. Here’s a taste:

I don’t even like GBA as a song, and I like even less the forced patriotism of being told to treat it like some secret national anthem. I guess this took off after 9/11 and then just stuck, like permanent war and the TSA. Go ahead and call me un-American if you must, but I’m happy with the one national anthem we already have.

Read the rest, and watch the video, here.

This Jam Is My JAM!

Check out these exciting flavors for fall! Inna Jam is making deliveries in the Mission on Friday, so place your orders quick!

And be sure to follow Inna on Tumblr.

Arizmendi Grand Opening Celebration Today

Box Dog Bikes alerts us to this fact in yesterday’s post about Co-op Awareness Month. Read all about it.

Proposed Peopleway Ideal and Logical, Therefore Doomed

This thing would let pedestrians and cyclists avoid that big hill from Aquatic Park up into Fort Mason. Which would be easy on the knees, but then when would we ever hang out on Fort Mason’s beautiful green?

Anyway, SFist tells us all about it.

If I Was Going to Thieve an Antenna Topper, I'd Wait for the Car to Park

But that’s just me. Maybe I’m not adventurous enough.

I’m sitting on the walklet eating a slice of potato-pesto, when a dude in a burgundy robe wanders into traffic and attempts to pluck an antenna topper off a moving automobile. He misses, the car bumps him and he spins across the double yellow lines and into another moving car. He bounces off that one, finds his footing, regains his composure, mutters some swears and then goes back to bumming cigarettes from patrons at Revolution:

Note that he is wielding a bright-blue broomstick for some reason.

Blue Bottle Pulls Out of Dolores Park Behind Threatening Blog Comments

The Bay Citizen reports:

And now, after blog comments about spitting and vague word of tire-slashing, Blue Bottle owner James Freeman said that he has decided not to drive his trailer into the park at all.

“I don’t need this controversy,” Freeman said. His main issue, what to do with the four employees hired to operate the coffee truck, which was permitted for daily operation for two years, has been happily resolved, as the employees will be distributed throughout other Blue Bottle locations and catering operations.

Blog comments about spitting and tire-slashing? Classy. Mission Mission commenters, thanks for not being those kinds of commenters. Read on.

Previously:

Blue Bottle Not Actually the Next American Apparel?

Day-Glo Crew-Neck Sweatshirt With Hand-Painted Bicycle Art

One of a kind, for sale now at Artillery on Mission Street.

Go Giants!

That’s right, Converse is letting you customize your All Stars now. Which means I can finally get some traditional maroon low-tops in a half size. Or you can celebrate the Giants or whatever. Or create an homage to your favorite pair of late-’80s Visions:

Allan Hough

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Email: allanhough@gmail

Website: http://allanhough.bandcamp.com

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