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There’s a mom wall currently in progress at Dear Mom. Look at all these great moms! To add your mom to the fray, just drop off (or email them) a pic.

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We love rad maps of San Francisco, and here’s one I haven’t seen before: “Secret Histories Map of San Francisco“. It’s so rad, in fact, that we will excuse the unfortunate misspelling ”Delores Park”.

A note from the artist Deth P. Sun, who debuted this piece in 2009:

Marci and I and a bunch of other friends were asked by the San Francisco Arts Commission to make work around the theme of “Trace Elements”. The idea around “Trace Elements” or what I took from it was how people don’t know about the history of things that they might pass by on the street, or how things got to where they were at and how things might have been forgotten (yeah, like Frodo and the Ring, only not). So I thought I’d make a Secret Map of San Francisco.

On the site, there are a lot of close-ups and more detailed information, some which you might know (Golden fire hydrant!) and some that you might not (the fortune cookie was invented here!). Give yourself an hour to take it in this afternoon.

I guess this begs the question: where can we score a print?

[DethPSun via Emily Heller]

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There it is.

Before Mission Chinese Food Paris, before Mission Chinese Food NYC, before MISSION CHINESE FOOD for goodness’ sake (!), before Mission Bowling Club, before the Mission Street Food book, before Mission Street Food moved into Lung Shan — there was Mission Street Food in a little taco trailer parked at 21st and Mission. And this sandwich, the PB&J — pork belly and jicama — was the first thing any of us ever ate at their very first night in business way back in 2008. It was fucking awesome.

MSF’s menu changed every week, but this gem reappeared every now and then. And everybody was elated when it did. We had it for the last time back in June of 2010, on MSF’s last night in business. A sad day.

Fast forward to this past Friday night, in a different corner of the neighborhood, at The Galley’s gala anniversary party: There’s a pork belly sandwich on the specials menu and Chef Justin says to me, he says, “Imma make you the pork belly.” I was like, “I’m a little stuffed after [guest chef Rocky's] frybread and [guest chef Guillermo's] pretzel sandwich.” And Justin says, “Imma make you the pork belly.” A few minutes later, it came out, I took one look at it, and I nearly wept. “Is that–” “Yep.” And it was. And I ate the whole thing and felt like a kid again.

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Ugh why oh WHY must Clipper Cards be so BORING???

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“The City Goes Wild.” Must’ve been fun.

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So Saturday was Australia day – did you miss it? Well thanks to our Australian friend Jess, we definitely did not. Unlike America, the British basically just gave Australia its independence, but that didn’t stop the Australians from coming up with important Australia day traditions like making weird cakes and stringing up bags of Franzia. Wikipedia explains the latter, in a particularly head-scratching entry:

Goon of Fortune is an Australian drinking game between any number of individual people. The name of the game is a spoof on the TV show Wheel of Fortune.

“This game is based on popular game show wheel of fortune. 1 or more (depending on number of participants) goonsacks are pegged to a Hills Hoist and players sit under the perimeter of the clothes line. A mixture of red and white wines can be used if players are of expert level however only 1 variety is recommended for amateurs. A player spins the hills hoist to start the game and when the clothesline comes to rest the player/s under where the goonbag stopped must drink an amount of goon agreed upon before the commencement of the spin. Players are prohibited to impede the natural spin of the clothesline in any way [sic]. Penalties vary on surroundings.”

The quote is from a defunct website. You’re welcome.

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#sanfranciscogoldrushhipster Cast Irony Pan. twitter.com/eviloars/statu…

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Add your own!

“Plaid” still doesn’t rhyme with “laid”. #sanfranciscogoldrushhipster twitter.com/eviloars/statu…

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Mission Creek – Widely panned. #sanfranciscogoldrushhipster twitter.com/eviloars/statu…

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Covered Wagon Pop Up. #sanfranciscogoldrushhipster twitter.com/eviloars/statu…

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#sanfranciscogoldrushhipster Mr. Strauss’s Skinny Jeans. twitter.com/eviloars/statu…

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#sanfranciscogoldrushhipster I’m a Fool 4 Gold. twitter.com/eviloars/statu…

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— Ariel Dovas (@eviloars) January 28, 2013

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If you are not thoroughly confused on what you are seeing, you should be. Black and white = 1938 Clooney’s, color = 2012 Clooney’s. On different intersections.

Around 1951, the weirdly angled apartments atop Clooney’s were jacked up on a truck and moved to 25th & Valencia from 30th & San Jose Ave. The SFPL happens to have a picture of proto-Clooney’s from 1927.

Here’s another GIF that shows how San Jose Ave doubled in size westward — the southbound lanes ate the eastern side of the block.

Much more on the Cloonification of Valencia & 25th over on Burrito Justice, including the history of O’Reilly’s, the bar that predated Clooney’s back to the late 1800′s.

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5. Beerito! (Or: How to smuggle a beer into a music festival by disguising it as a burrito)

4. Louis C.K. performs secret Saturday night show in SF, picks up everybody’s bar tabs

3. 122-year-old gravestone washes up on Ocean Beach

2. Emoji man giving the finger and jacking off onto emoji woman’s face and tits

1. Peeing out the window of a moving Muni bus (aka Princess Buspiss)

Happy New Year, y’all!

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What’s the deal with this building on Chavez with a diagonal facade for no reason? Bernalwood figured it out.

Yesterday’s blog post about an 1888 photograph of the intersection of Mission and Army (Cesar Chavez Blvd.) generated a lot of great comments… including a very geeky digression about the apartment building at 3365 Chavez, right next door to the Principality of Chicken John.

You can see the building above; it’s set back from the street, with an unusual, angled facade. The oddness is even more obvious from above.

So what’s the deal? Read on for the answer.

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Bummerdude! Nothin’ but sausage fests back then

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What fun!

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Burrito Justice highlights some work by historian Eric Fischer:

Eric Fischer has let loose with the historo-scanner once again.

1970: A line to see the brand new shiny 24th St BART station (looking south at the SW escalator — the side towards Valencia and 25th).

What a scene! Imagine a brand-new cavern opening up around the corner. Read on for lots more imagery and history.

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