Anti-War Protest Documentary with Music by LCD Soundsystem

This is my fully edited account of the early morning efforts of the March 19 San Francisco Day of Direct Action. In it, you’ll find decked-out riot police, a brass band, more twirlers, demonstrating in front inflatable water slide of Chevron, a cable car, more Frank Chu, the Transamerica Pyramid, dancing in the streets, yelling in the streets, posters, signage, bloody hands, people in pink, motorcycles on sidewalks, blockaded intersections, and more — all set to the tune of “Big Ideas” by LCD Soundsystem.

Link to yesterday’s coverage.

Link to response at Curbed SF in which they’re debating the hipster question.

Link to Bay Area Direct Action.

More Boing Boing in Mission Bathrooms

Pesco‘s all about Mission bathrooms these days. This one‘s at Ritual Roasters.

Previously on Mission Mission: Boing Boing Spotlights Passive-Aggressive Anti-Graffiti Note at Little Star Pizza

Link to more Boing Boing-related stuff on Mission Mission.

Day of Direct Action to Stop the War: Snake March, Frank Chu and More

All will be compiled into a better longer movie later this evening.

Here is the color guard twirling their flags in unison, marching in choreographed step with the big beats provided by the bouncy castle for sale brass band:

Next up is a short short shot of Frank Chu leading the snake march past a cable car on California Street:

Finally, War Mongers’ Diner perform “We Can Stop It”, to the tune of Jimmy Cliff’s “You Can Get It If You Really Want”:

Link to Bay Area Direct Action.
Link to War Mongers’ Diner.

Update: Here’s a cop with a big orange shotgun:

Mildred Stickers on Area Free-Weekly Racks

What kind of animal is this, why is it all zonked out, and what makes it a rip-off artist exactly?

Breaking News: Fire in the Mission

Looks to be on the block north of St. Luke’s. I called a friend that lives on that block:

Me: You’re not on fire are you?

Her: No, I’m okay. Thanks for asking. Everybody keeps calling me to ask. [...] I heard someone shouting that it was her house.

So, apparently it was someone’s house.

Update: Wow, FriendFeed debuted search just in time! I searched “mission fire” and came up with something great via Scott Beale (the same dude that hipped me to the fact that FriendFeed now has search): twitterer ceedub is right under the inferno:

Link to cee-dub on Flickr.

Lots More Ba-Kok

Link to all public photos tagged with “ba-kok”. There’s about a dozen.

photo by kewlio

Two People Getting Married in Bubble Wrap

Reader submission:

Lola: i have something for missionmission

Sent at 10:28 AM on Sunday
me: bring it on
Lola: just sent it
it’s a photo of two people getting married in bubble wrap
taken on my street
me: ha
Lola: godinheaven i love the mission

Photo by Cruey. Thanks, Lola.

Valencia Street Squeaks Onto Chronicle List of 25 Deadliest Roads for Cyclists

Bay Area streets are dangerous for cyclists. According to findings in this morning’s San Francisco Chronicle, Market Street is the deadliest, particularly at its intersection with Octavia. A lot of major arterials out in the burbs fill in a lot of the rest of the list, but Valencia Street made it too, just barely: #25. Be careful out there.

Michael Pitt in "Funny Games"

Overheard at Metreon, right after the movie ended: “What the fuck was that?!” Then dude threw his water bottle toward the screen (and missed). If it’d been my film, I’d be psyched. That said, the movie was pretty good, but not nearly as *totally mind blowing* as the above trailer was when we first saw it. Stanley Kubrick come back to life? Nopes.

What this has to do with the Mission District, I don’t fucking know. Metreon is on Mission Street? We talked about Michael Pitt Before? It’s late, I dunno.

Previously on Mission Mission: Michael Pitt Stifled By Airport Security

Marquee Ribity

Mission Scene (w/Ribity), originally uploaded by allanhough.

 

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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