Mission Mission

Mission Cycling just posted a series of photos celebrating being a kid on a bike in the summertime. Link.

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

We’d like to congratulate the Mission on winning “Best Neighborhood to Call Home” in SF Weekly‘s Best of San Francisco Readers’ Poll.

Okay, ha-ha. But seriously, tomorrow morning I’m leaving town, just in time to miss a menu with SOFT SHELL PO’ BOY SLIDERS, KOBE LENGUA, DUCK HEARTS AND FOIE GRAS ON A STICK. What is wrong with me? Link.

Our pal Thaddius just hipped us to the news of the century. Mr. Pickle has been spotted lurking in the photostream of Flickr photographer cellybrain. The above is brightened up a bit. See the original here.

I messaged the photographer a few minutes ago asking if he has any interest in trying to help get the hostage returned home safely. No reply yet.

The rest of his photostream is pretty killer, too. A sample:

I love this picture. It’s like all of ’70s cinema in one quick snap. Telstar Logistics wins again. Click it to blow it up.

K-Mac over at Mission and Highland had quite a night last night:

Last night the couple above me got into a big fight. It sounded horrible. I was going to call the cops. Then, I heard the woman walk down the stairwell crying. I poked my head out the window to see her walking and weeping down the sidewalk toward her car holding an overnight bag. I watched her get into her Mustang and leave expecting the boyfriend to coming running after her. I thought things were done for the night.

And it just builds and builds from there.

Previously:

Shitty Kitty Sick of Spain