Mission Mission

Hey Beauty Bar, if one of your chairs was stolen, I think I spotted the suspects.

Real rat, stuffed rat, 40 oz. of the champagne of beers, fifth element, ninth gate, 16th street…

The list goes on, courtesy my roommate’s iPhone.  Ask me how!

(photo by pagedesign at the Altered Barbie Exhibit)

Jared Leto.  Definitely Jared Leto.

(Sign at the J&J Salon on Mission/24th)

This pamphlet was found (and left) on Capp Street. It looked quite helpful.

In related news, I recently overheard quite the little Mission scene.
(This conversation comes from my memory, but I believe it to be mostly accurate)

Setting: Late Sunday morning in an alley near 16th and Mission.

Characters: Man #1, white, mid-30s, having a smoke in front of his studio. Man #2, white, mid-20s, having a smoke of crack in front of Man #1′s studio.

Man #1: Dude, you into crack?

Man #2: Yeah, man, I’m into all kinds of things. Really into crystal, into it all though. I love drugs.

(I missed the next two lines, as I was sleepily spacing out in the big chair in the living room)

Man #1: What are you doing with your life, man? I mean, really?

Man #2: Hah! Just making it go by as fast as possible.

Man #1: What?

Man #2: Just making it go by as fast as possible!

Man #1: (shaking-head-in-disgust sound)

Man #2: I tell you what though, at least I’m not smoking cigarettes.

Man #1: (more disgusted sounds)

Man #2: Now I’m gonna piss on this pigeon. C’mere pigeon! Imma piss on you!

Man #2 then urinates on a pigeon, Man #1 goes back into his studio.

Unlike me, some people were clearly not deterred by the rain and left their homes this weekend.  I’m glad they did, because it led to awesome gray-skied photos of Dolores Park.

(Photo 1 / Photo 2 by mydogjesusbomb)

Last night at the corner of 22nd and Guerrero (and I guess this’ll teach me to hang out at the corner of 22nd and Guerrero) I stopped to take a picture of the moon and the clouds because as we learned earlier they looked totally gnar-gnar last night, when some motorist waiting at the light mistook me for a peeping Tom because I had my phone pointed vaguely toward some residential buildings:

“I SEE YOU! I SEE YOU YOU FUCKING PEEPING TOM! YOU FUCKING PERVERT! LOOK! HE’S PEEPING! HE’S PEEPING! FUCKING PERV! FUCKING PERVERT!”

So after that, I tried to peep on somebody, but all the windows in the vicinity were draped up tight. Tears.

Anybody got any good neighbor stories?

This is Grant. He draws bats and shit! His show “Oew Nld” opens at Tartine tomorrow night (I’ll be photographing it, come after nine, brave the throngs of mean art bros and buy me birthday pie).

More images on Tartine’s Flickr.

-Mollie C

Burrito Justice has the scoop here.