Mission Mission

Thanks, Wade (for the photo and the title)! Link.

Previously:

Sorrowful Sewer Pipe at Ritual

Mission Mission and Ritual Roasters

Oh man. Keli and Logan from the Mission Street Food staff are about to bust the street food revolution wide open with a cart devoted to cookies and ICE CREAM SANDWICHES. They’re on Twitter already, and they’re called Cookie Wag. I can’t wait!

Previously:

Keli and Logan on Fashionist.

Street Food and Twitter on M1ssion Loc@l.

Jen got in touch a little bit ago to share the following harrowing story. Her boyfriend had this bike that they both loved more than anything in the world, and it got stolen outside Safeway in March. Today, it popped up for sale on Craigslist.

Photos in Jen’s photostream prove the bike is their bike. Also:

Things to note: we added the SPD pedals. I don’t have photos of them, but we added them after the fact. (P.S. It’s my boyfriend’s bike, but I bought it and found it and I have a wicked attachment to it, so I obnoxiously call it “our bike”.) You can see the SPD pedals in the photo of all four bikes, but they’re small.

The CL ad mentions that the tires and seat are new. You’ll note those are different from our photo. Pay attention to the photos of the Campy rims, the way the handlebars are wrapped (cables underneath tape), shape of crank, Campy logos on derailleurs and crank arms and whatnot. It is absolutely ours, with no question.

We bought it from Danny – if you frequent the CL bikes section at all, he’s a dude that posts a lot of bikes from San Jose. Cash, no receipt. It’s an old Bianchi. Bought it in December, added pedals in January, kept everything else the same, stolen in March outside of the 16th Street Safeway. The only thing we have is a receipt for the pedals that’s coming from Ohio via mail as we speak.

I really don’t want the dude to yank it. I also don’t want to pay $600 for the bike I’ve already paid $600 for. I also don’t want to get shot riding off with the bike. I am so angry I’m just losing my shit – we’re tiny and nonthreatening and I’m not sure what to do.

We talked it over and decided to do this post, if for no other reason than to get the story out there. Advice welcome.

Yelper Milo B. wrote in to tell us a little more about the Blue Macaw:

I stopped in over the weekend for the unofficial opening and the place looks fantastic, it looks clean and cozy.
You can check out pics on Yelp.

As for world music — I have no idea where that rumor is coming from! The management is open to hosting all promoters and all types of shows!

Also, the owner rescues parrots and that is why she chose the name Blue Macaw.

Link. I can’t wait to see The Fucking Champs here some time soon. Thanks, Milo!

Today artist Jesse Hazelip tells the story of an attempt to buff out his bird rebuffed with a bit of simple logic. The results rule. Link.

Previously:

Jesse Hazelip’s Bomber-Headed Buffalo

Today Carlos Reyes tells the story of a trip to Millbrae ruined by an overzealous rookie cop. With epic resless photography as always. Link (AUTOPLAY WARNING).

[via Animal]

Alex Barkett critiques TV news:

Watched a news bit last night about how some woman on the sidewalk in the mission thought her kids were sick but it turned out they weren’t.

Link.

Brittney was in Dolores Park the other day and overheard a troubling exchange. A guy says to his friends, “That girl with the hoop? She’s hot.” To which a female companion of his retorts, “Her? That is what is called chubby, loose and gross. You should be disgusted right now.” Ouch.

See how it all plays out (and whether Brittney decided to take action against the hater):

The Things Women Say About One Another

A while back I saw Jonathan Richman perform a live score for some old Swedish movie. Jonathan was great, it was fun to see him experiment with a bunch of unusual instruments and conduct a bigger band than usual, but the movie was pretty dull. Some kind of domestic melodrama or something. So I emerged feeling so-so about the experience.

Which is why I entered last night’s SFIFF Lost World/Dengue Fever/Esurance event with great caution. I even told myself I’d leave early if I got bored. But I’m happy to report that that didn’t happen. Because the movie was as action packed as the music. In fact, I’d go so far as to say that if you haven’t seen it, it might be worth seeing even without Dengue Fever’s accompaniment. It’s got laughs, adventure, action, and some epic twists. And that’s the key, the movie’s got to be up to challenge of competing with a band everybody loves.

So I’m also happy to report that prior to the show it was announced that the San Francisco Film Society in December will present a screening of 20,000 Leagues Under the Sea with live score performed by Stephin Merritt of the Magnetic Fields. I imagine that movie is probably sufficiently gripping so as to be able to stand up to a musician so rabidly beloved.

Photo by Steve Rhodes.