Mission Mission

"Excuse me miss, would you mind saving my seat while I step outside to feed the pigeons?"

El Trebol, which is apparently Spanish for “I’m going to cut you,” is not only one of the few real dives in the Mission but also a pretty fun and social place (once you get past the bouncer who will frisk you).  And, unlike other “dive bars” in the Mission, they’ll keep serving you wwaayy after any sane and compassionate person would cut you off.  No worries though, I love hearing my neighbors yell at their dogs in the morning when they try to lick the sidewalk.

From the “get-off-my-lawn” department:

BEWARE: Poker Players and Loose Women

Beware?  Are you kidding?  This sounds awesome!

TRESPASSERS, Beggars, Vagrants, Loiterers, are NOT WELCOME.  You will be subject to removal by tenant, and full criminal Prosecution.  THIS MEANS YOU!

Damnit, it looks like I’ll just have to head to Reno.

(Spotted on the always friendly 800 block of Capp St.)

Olivia wasn’t drunk, she swears. Be careful when crossing Guerrero, kids.

On the bright side, Olivia, now you’re totally undercover badass.

What went wrong?

From reader Jeff D.:

10am Sunday morning, 19th @ Lexington

There was no scooter or motorcycle in sight.

Jeff titled the photo “safety_first”.

Ariel just got a fun email from his mom (that’s right, his mom):

Waiting to cross at Valencia on 16th heading east, a guy pulls up on a bicycle, sprays a dark green dot over some other colors on the curb over the sewer, and then dropped a 2″ X 1″ filled (don’t know with what) baggy into the sewer.  A middle ageish white guy with a vest with day glow stripes.  Who dat? What’s he up to?  On my way, I noticed all the sewer curbs had dark green dots over other colors.  So very curious.

(Emphasis mine.) Thanks, Ariel! Thanks, Ariel’s mom! Link.

Previously:

Orange Yam Dead Drop

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

Safeway, 8:30 pm.

After a homeless man saunters out of the store, an alarm is immediately sounded via telephone. Two security guards and a bagger book it out the door, and with an apology, my cashier runs out mid-transaction to watch the scene unfold.

Two minutes later, one of the security guards returns, triumphantly brandishing….soap.

In other words, pretty rad. One after the other, speakers got up and told us about cool things, sometimes accompanied by photos or video on the big screen behind them. Like a magazine, some of it was dull, and I would’ve liked to have paged past it a little quicker, but there was enough good stuff that I didn’t mind too much.

Jennifer Maerz talked about the music of Ty Segall (but forgot to mention he’s playing at the Peacock Lounge this Saturday). Brandon McFarland totally misrepresented Lil Wayne as a lesser lyricist than MF Doom (ERRONEOUS). Christian Bruno told those of us that didn’t know that Market Street was once a glittering cultural Mecca, before BART construction drove pedestrians away and businesses out of business (HEINOUS). Lisa Margonelli told us a bunch of fascinating things about termites, cracking herself (and us) up the whole time.

The highlight was Todd Lappin’s Q&A with Megan Prelinger of the Prelinger Library. It could turn out that the library doesn’t even exist, and their performance would still be my favorite because their descriptions of the thing were so oddball and funny, and somehow deadpan even though they were clearly giggling.

Do try to get in on the next issue of Pop-Up Magazine. I learned a lot of interesting things, and laughed a fair amount. It was like reading a pretty good magazine without any of the heavy lifting.

Photo by jordanfischer.

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