Mission Mission

Nick Douglas took a walk in the Mission today and came back with this artfully composed shot, taken at 22nd and South Van Ness.

Evil Signtist loves signs, as we do. In his Flickr set signs, there are a couple of our favorite neighborhood beauties, like the tub above.

Previously on Mission Mission:

Who Gets To Keep Yum-Yum House Signage?

.02 Mile Scenic Drive-Thru Sign at Jimboy’s Tacos in Sacramento Pokes Fun at San Francisco’s 49-Mile Scenic Drive Signs

If you see a homeless person passed out on the street, call the Mobile Access Assistant Patrol Service (MAPS MAP) at (415) 431-7400. Okay, checks out. But like what if the person is passed out because they’re diabetic or epileptic or got bludgeoned? Homeless people can need medical attention too.

Photo by seanbonner. [via Metblogs]

Holla Back SF today shares Karen’s tale of this perv who accosted her and a friend on the street near 16th and Mission:

We told him to fuck off and he just kept laughing and saying stuff that we couldn’t understand, but that was obviously sexual. We slowed way down because we didn’t want him behind us anymore and he promptly dropped his pants halfway down his thighs while still chuckling so we had to stare at his nasty ass for the rest of the block.

Link to full story.

Over at Nuño Meat Market, El Güero relays a fun afternoon spent at the 22nd and Valencia Social Security Office:

Yesterday, my wife and I were at the Social Security Office on 22nd and Valencia getting replacement cards. While waiting, there was an Asian woman (Chinese, I think) working there who was calling off numbers for service tickets, similar to the system they now have at the DMV. She was calling off “B393…B393..”. This old Mexican guy sitting next to me, shows me his ticket that’s marked with D393 and asks me,”Did she say B or D?”. I said I didn’t know but that he should go up there anyway since no one else is. So he saunters up to the window and she took care of him. After that, she starts calling out “B”396….B as in David!” Am I going crazy?

Link. And that’s just the beginning!

(Note: Try to have Instant Rimshot handy while reading [via Big Contrarian].)

This here is an outtake from Be Afraid: San Francisco’s Parking Stencils of Doom, a photo essay by Telstar Logistics‘ Todd Lappin set in the Mission District. In it, you get to see one of DPT’s stencil technicians in action!

Photo by Telstar Logistics

Elizabeth‘s latest post got us thinking. An acquaintance hipped her to a bygone era along everybody’s favorite Mission corridor:

[S]o haunting was the number of women-run, women-only businesses and projects she referred to, up and down Valencia Street. They are all gone now. Old Wives’ Tales bookstore, a woman-only bar where the Elbo Room is now [...] A women-only restaurant where Radio Valencia used to be. A women’s newspaper.

Link. How exactly does a women-only restaurant (or bar) work? Maybe this era is bygone because it’s not legal. Anybody remember any of this stuff?

Elbo Room photo by kewlio.

This heat is really getting to people. Hope no one got hurt.

Weather-beaten guy #1 is being loaded into an ambulance.

Weather-beaten guy #2 is being interrogated by police:

“He wanted a fight. So I socked him up a little, and now my finger’s all broken, and…”

White dude to hot buxom brunette at the bar:

“Yeah, I know Jonathan, his ex-wife, his brother-in-law. I’ve hung out with them a few times. It’s a pretty small little scene. So could I call you sometime?”