Mission Mission

SF is fag friendly.  If you’re into retards, go to Portland or some shit.

Restroom door at El Zocalo.   Taken from The Tens.

Reading Brolores Park is better than watching The Office on Hulu:

As mayor and former next door neighbor to Lark In the Morning, I feel I must say a few words in eulogy.

Lark in the Morning was a store for bros. Not regular mnstrm bros, but bros who truly understand what it means to be authentic. Bros could be seen going in and out of Lark in the Morning from morn til night, seeking authenticity in the form of banjos, ukeleles, bagpipe reeds, and all other manner of authentic musical instruments. Walking into the store was like walking into one’s ancestral bro home. The ceiling and walls weren’t all corporate and bare, but instead looked like something you’d find in a locked, hidden room in a Scottish castle, being a bower of wood, string, and pipes.

Living next to Lark in the Morning gave me a sense of connection to the authentic brommunity, as it must have to all the bros who larked about its doors. Lark in the Morning, u will be missed. May your stores lark in the heavens with medieval banjo accompaniment. <3 U /// MISS U /// R.I.P.

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Photo by April, on San Jose and Elizabeth.

A tipster informs us that Lark in the Morning has shut their doors because they can’t stand for their world class music to be near such mediocre pizza.  ”Moving guys are there clearing everything out.”

Kevin hits us with this gem:

Just thought I’d share this.  Two officers came into the cafe I work at yesterday to remind us about the no drinking on Halloween and ask to put up a notice in the front window. Either they are not taking there job seriously or they were a bit drunk themselves. They still get points for effort.

It’s hard to take yourself seriously when your job consists of helping Gavin win an election by holding fun hostage.

I’ve been seeing this oversized cow around Dolores Park lately, casually walking over lounging boys and girls like ants.  Now he’s terrorizing people just trying to enjoy the simple pleasures of a six-dollar quiche.

(photo by moirabot | photo hat tip sfhaps)

Carlos Reyes peeped this shit recently (warning: mp3 auto-play):

what the fuck. no thanks. that’d be like drinking water light

A quick Google query indicates they’ve been making this for a few years now.  How have I never seen this before?  Also, this photo reminds me of the Enterprise accelerating to light speed, which is pretty much what happens to my personality whenever I drink a few of these.

I’m going against my better judgment and posting this.  Kat’s post has the full story.

(Pic by lil_tuffy)

Aw, fuck.  Unrelated to Trauma filming, Andy writes in with some news from Valencia:

Its kind of a sad and haunting story but on my way home 16th and Valencia was closed off because there is a jumper sitting on the roof.  I hope to god that he doesnt jump and that he is able to work things out.  Its really a bummer and is kind of scary to see in real life.

Oy.  Have also heard people on the scene are taking cell phone pics and cracking jokes.  Quit being assholes.

Heads up: volunteers from the Bay Area Fair Trade Coalition and TransFair USA will be handing out free Divine Chocolate Thursday evening from 5-7 p.m. outside of four BART stations:  24th & Mission, Montgomery, Rockridge and Ashby Street.

Divine is  a fair trade-certified chocolate and it’s Fair Trade Month so, you know, do the math and go get it.