Mission Mission

Standing outside the Elbo Room the other night (after Tormenta Tropical, which was amaaazing) I got really into this other project I’ve been working on, and my friend Marijke gave it a name: Hot Faces.

Thanks to all who’ve participated! Who’s next?

Possibly related post:

On Beauty by Ramona

Dave Chappelle caught me slyly trying to take a picture of him while we were each eating dinner at Pakwan.  He came over to the table and asked to see it.  Unimpressed by my photographic aptitude, he then asked me to delete it.

As I complied with his request and stammered an apology, a single grain of rice flew from my mouth and landed on the shoulder of his black sweater.  I wasn’t sure if he saw it or not, but I couldn’t take the risk, so I reached up and attempted to brush it off.  Naturally, that darn stubborn kernel wasn’t going anywhere.

Chappelle noticed and said, “I don’t even mind that you just spit a piece of rice on me.  Happens all the time.”  He pointed out that I didn’t really need to delete the photos since he was in a public space after all, but it was cool I did and that I should come outside for a real picture after he finished his cigarette.

When I walked out, I didn’t see him anywhere and figured I’d been duped by a master.  But then Mr. Chappelle emerged from a shiny black Escalade and said, “I wasn’t gonna flake on you.”  As my buddy snapped a photo of us, the beleaguered superstar muttered, “People are terrible.  There, I said it.”

Sorry for ruining your dinner Dave!  We all love you here in the Mission!  Please come back soon!

[Chappelle on 16th by jacobchills]

Look for synchronized car wrecking in the London 2012 Olympics.

[Retina-searing Photo by Walter Dukes]

Daniel Rehn saw this in SOMA and thought of us. How sweet.

I’m not sure how I missed this one, but Potential Past, or “Brian” as some people call him, grabbed an amazing pic of an amazing street the other night.

Click on these words and view it as it should be seen.

Menacing the construction workers of Valencia, ravenously bearing down on poor Walter Dukes.  The large version is truly mesmerizing, especially when enjoyed in conjunction with the RZA, below.

Time to stock up on aluminum foil. Our favorite irate aged Mission dude commenter spotted this guerilla safety alert on 17th and Mission. The overwhelming jargon reads like a Frank Chu poem.

All this seems to coincide with the new cell tower radiation legislation making the rounds. Will we all have iPhone shaped tumors on our left thighs in 25 years? No cell-phone havin’ Ariel Dovas wont. Let’s hope he repopulates the world.

[via Cranky Old Mission Guy]

Update:

Our astute readers have pointed out that these are allegedly put up by the Jejune Institute. A quasi-cultish-LARPing outfit in the financial district.

I saw this terrorist wanted poster in front of La Rondalla last night. The problem is I can’t tell if it’s:

a.) Viral marketing for a new action-thriller

b.) Street art

c.) Ex-boyfriend revenge

d.) Legitimate

Can anyone shed some light on the subject? Or if you see this cartoon lady, rat her out at (857) 334-4676 and do fill us in.

“You kids of today act like you invented liking PBR. Well guess what? We drank it during the Great Depression! It was blended 33 to 1 and that’s the way we liked it!” – Pep-Pep

This came from a breathtaking set of color photos from the late 30s/early 40s that you should check out right now. Experiencing photos from this era in color is surreal. It sounds silly, but it’s hard to even imagine color existed back then until you actually see it for the first time.

[from Denver Post via Dangerous Minds]

Marina people: we sure love to hate ‘em, what with their clean neighborhoods and surfer-influenced fashions. Well here’s a shocker, maybe they don’t like you so much either.

But what’s the problem? We like drinking lots of beers too! As for sports? The World Cup was cool! Good, expensive food? Yes, please! Didn’t you also go to a good college? Uh-huh!

Somebody other than myself was also disturbed by this, and chalked this up on Valencia St. over the weekend:

Thank you, anonymous Mission chalker. The olive branch has been extended. Bros and hipsters… living together… mass hysteria.