Mission Mission

Nope. Funny story though, Güero:

I spied a recycle dumpster which appeared to be self ejecting cans and plastic bottles. Then after a moment, a Latino gentleman popped his head out- wiping sweat with one hand and talking on his cell phone with the other. It was an interesting sight and despite his mess making, he collected everything neatly and didn’t leave a trace.

Link.

Meet Carleigh:

I have lived here for 1 year, first on 22nd and York, now on South Van Ness at 22 (hey, gotta keep up that semiannual move, how else am I gonna keep my credit score down?). And! I got a real, live, live-in boyfriend this time, helping make my CitiApartments-run apt a little closer to that deprecatingly deceptive adjective, affordable. HOWEVER, said boyfriend is blind. He’s hot, a 30-year-old hipster techie bay area kid, but he’s blind, which puts us into kind of a marginal category as far as young up and comers go. Oh well. At least we get to use the handicap placard.

But the real story here is about parking on the sidewalk. And walking our dog. And trying to walk a not-so-well-behaved young pooch with cars parked on the sidewalk and being blind. It’s no easy task and my boyfriend has sliced open his toe requiring 8 stitches, gotten the wind knocked out of him, lost his cane tip in a bumper, and been grabbed by a drunk Spanish-speaking guy trying to force him to walk around his car into the street.

Read on.

Hey all!

It’s not a tale of parked scooter woe… just the opposite, really… but I had a perfect moment with a 1957 DeSoto i found parked on Shotwell at 26th St. over the weekend, and you might like the pics:

Best,

–Todd–>
(Telstar Logistics)

Title, photography and text by Todd Lappin. More photos here. Thanks, Todd!

Ha! Total coincidence: As I’m loading up these pictures, iTunes is on shuffle, and I get “If I Had Words” from the Babe soundtrack! That’ll do, iTunes.

This scene occurred on San Jose somewhere around 30th, at like 2:45pm, Sunday.

Great parking nightmare story over at bunny land:

Last night, there were no parking places on my usual street. Well, there were a few, but they were just a few feet behind a big rusty pickup with fraternity letters and no rear visibility, and a few feet behind a junk truck with no visibility.

So, I parked at a small stretch of curb between two driveways. I avoid this spot, because the first time I parked there, when I came out in the morning there were notes on my scooter.

Well, it’s a legal spot, you can’t rent a curb, there was no where else, so I parked there. I have actively been avoiding this spot, since I got the note, because anyone dumb enough to think that they can rent a spot on a public street is not someone I want to deal with.

This morning I made sure to bring a pen, just in case I needed to respond to a note.

But no.

When I turn the corner, my scooter is parked on the sidewalk. And there are two people getting into a car that is parked where my scooter was when I left it last night.

“Hey did you move my scooter?”

Oh my god! See out it ends, here. (Thanks, Eve!)

Previously on Mission Mission:

Poop On My Driveway And I Will Run You Over With My Stroller

Any moped heads out there want to defend your lifestyle? Link.

First, Jesse wrote in to ask for a little help from the Mission Mission community:

Do I live in the Mission?

I vote yes – many others vote no.

I live off 24th street, in between Portrero  and the 101.  I claim
this makes me live in the mission, since I NEVER head up the hill for
anything.  Instead, when going out, I nearly always trek down 24th
street into the Mission for fun and activities.  However, many others
are adamant that Portrero is the dividing line and I in fact live on
Portrero hill.  Nevermind that it’s flat here.

So help me MissionMission – do i live in the Mission?   Or do I have
to invent some strange nether region name for my area?  Portrero
Flats?  Missiontrero? Port-o-Mission?

- Jesse

PS – helpful map included, because that’s how we roll in the SFGH
parking neighborhood.

Then, we were over at Burrito Justice and spotted this artful bit of cartography that highlights my favorite Mission microhood, La Lengua:

Link. (T-shirt coming soon, Johnny?)

Carlos Reyes peeped a trio of characters playing some kind of funny game involving wrestling techniques and a can of beer. How does one win? Link (or click to enlarge).

Johnny0 at Burrito Justice points us to this rendering of the Mission District’s boundaries according the the geotags found on Flickr photographs. Interesting that the northern end of Dolores Park isn’t included. What about all those bike polo pictures?

Johnny also looks at some of the newly coined “micro-hoods” (Transmission, Mastro), and proposes some new ones of his own. La Lengua is definitely one of my favorite areas. Link.

Danger Bio Hazard No Swimming by Amor de Cosmos.