Mission Mission

I saw this on Eater this morning and had myself a laugh.  Then I realized this wasn’t a joke and felt bad, kinda like I just laughed at the Mission’s latest special-needs restaurant.  But seriously, what’s up with this place?  Yeah, I appreciate the holiday spirit, but Tuba?  Also, given the plethora of delicious Valencia eateries, no one is going to stop off for food in the place tucked away to the west with a logo made by someone’s nephew who “has photoshop.”

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I wanted to hang out on the beach all day but ended up taking pictures of street art and other random shit while eating ice cream.

Condoms with wings: the rage.

Passion Pit fans: "Bros vaguely interested in listening to music and very interested in having sex with their girlfriend."

My buddy Ben sent me this list.  Pretty interesting.  Until today, I didn’t know I was a “[boy] who thinks Ocarina of Time is the greatest game ever made” because I like Ratatat.  Sorry but Britney Spears’ Dance Beat wins that award.  Truthfully, I hadn’t heard of half of these bands before.  ”Where’s your SF indie rock spirit?”  Dunno.  I still listen to “Shaggy.”

P.S. – I want to start a band and call it “Radioactive Chewbacca.”   Or “Digitial Chewy.”   I have no musical talent but have an Apple Computer, some DJ plugin for iTunes and Garageband.  Figure we can grow full beards, wear flannel, move to Humboldt County and ‘trim danke’ until we make it big.  The next Girl Talk.  Who’s in?

Yeah.  Made this vid about my travels this morning.  Guess it is worth watching.  Still super jetlagged and cannot sleep past 4 am.  English literature is scarce so this is what I did with my downtime.  EPIC.

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No jokes: they actually have PBR in China and you can buy it for $0.07 USD. I wanted to be hella cool so I drank some on the back of the bus. love the back of the bus. I also need a haircut and learn how to take MySpace photos that don't make me look fat.

miss burritos.  (via meixellient.)

In other news, I’m still hella jetlagged.

Us good Christians are definitely losing the war on Christmas to “progressive” “Americans” but, luckily, in China, “Mery Christma” is here to stay.  (Also digging the ribity homage)

In case you missed the post from the other day, bags of brew are all the rage in China these days.  For seventy two US cents, you can knock back 5 beers in a Chris Daly disapproved receptacle.  Since I know you all were curious how the hell you drank from these, you’re supposed to impale your beer with a straw and share with friends.  Beyond the style points, the real benefit of this setup is that you have a place to put your vomit in afterwards.  Bag o’ Brew: where have you been all my life?

Anyways, since this isn’t a blog about China, you can follow all the oriental action on the other blog that I otherwise never have a reason to update and no one reads in general.

P.S. – When I get back to the Mission, I want to open a bar that only serves beer in plastic bags.  Good idea / bad idea?

I was totally digging the winter air this morning riding my bike around town.  Dancing exhaust and cold ears; I even saw snow falling off the mud flaps of a semi.  Then I saw new construction at La Rondalla.  Snow then this?

So, is this place seriously about to reopen?  Anyone have the inside scoop?  I hope they don’t loose that hella cool padded door.

My favorite MM comment section hater sends us a tip about a merchant’s holiday party happening this Friday, featuring slashed prices and drink specials.  No word if there will be free refreshments or bands/DJs this year (they had ‘em last year), so you better brown bag it and pack your ipod with a smooth combination of Ratatat, The Knocks and Da Brat just in case.

I couldn’t find any official information about this year’s party, and the organizers have not updated their website since February, but here is last year’s invite.

He adds:

“Make sure the naive hipster fucks stay home for this, none of the merchants would want to offend them in the case that the stores are too refined for their palates.”

Zing!

Got word that Vegan Virgin is finally opening next week.  Cool, I guess.  I mean, normally I’d be pretty pumped (burritos + vegan food) but I’m generally down on giving my money to crazy people. But maybe you are crazy, vegan, or apathetic–maybe a healthy combination of all traits–and generally don’t care about forcing ‘the help’ to join cults.  Sin carne, sin jamón, sin pollo, sin pescado, sin leche, sin queso, sin crema, por favor.