Mission Mission

Broke-Ass Stuart’s Goddamn Website‘s Broke-Ass of the Week this week is Fart Party‘s Julia Wertz. In her Q&A, Julia explains why SF dive bars are better than NY dive bars (and shouts out a couple Mission beloveds), and tells us what she likes to do in Dolores Park:

Broke-Ass of the Week: Julia Wertz from Fart Party

Also, click the above strip (my personal favorite) to view it bigger, and with comments.

Previously:

Fart Bike

Broke-Ass Allan

The all-new Dolores Park Calendar of Events will not only keep you abreast of popular stuff like “Movie Night,” but also lesser-trafficked oddities such as “Christian Worship Rally” and “Lawhead Wedding.” Here’s hoping the Lawheads don’t mind a well-intentioned crash.

[via Dolores Park View]

From reader Jeff D.:

10am Sunday morning, 19th @ Lexington

There was no scooter or motorcycle in sight.

Jeff titled the photo “safety_first”.

This week on I Heart Street Art, we meet four real live street artists, and they each talk about their reasons for embracing such a controversial activity. Steve Rotman introduced the panel saying something about civic pride, and I must say, for better or worse, and with full knowledge of gray area, I feel a strong sense of civic pride looking at the stuff these guys make:

I Heart Street Art: Why Do You Make Street Art?

Says reader Chris L., pointing us toward this Craigslist ad and adding, “ps. Can I borrow 15 million dollars?” Unlikely, Chris, but it does raise the question: Who are what is going to pony up such a chunk of change? And what all could you do with it, and what would become of the pimps and hos holding court out front?

Johnny0 went to town on my mom’s art final, extracting and splicing until he came up with some epic PNGs. See the whole things here.

Now who’s working on the Dulay/Möbius mashup?

Sexpigeon deems this note genuine. See why here.

Reader Winslow has some questions:

I was walking by that firehouse on nineteenth and (Van Ness, right?) and saw this on the stump of the telephone pole next to a full-size phone pole. (Always thought that was a very suspicious stump of a phone pole to begin with.) Is this that same shitty kitty man you posted about a few weeks ago? What’s he got against Spain?

It’s the same shitty kitty man I think, and maybe what he’s got against Spain is that he’s about to get gored. Telephone or Soup, please confirm.

Previously:

Shitty Kitty

Jen got in touch on Thursday with the news that her stolen bike had shown up for sale on Craigslist. Over the weekend, she got it back, with a little help from the SFPD:

I don’t want to post the whole story – and I know this is a letdown if you’ve followed this saga so far – because it was a truly beautifully organized operation that went down, and I don’t want to compromise that security for future operations. I had no idea they actually operated like this and even now that I’ve been a part of it, it’s insane to believe that it happened. The two brilliant, wonderful SFPD officers we met at Weird Fish were bike people. We talked components, we talked frame, I talked so much that they eventually laughed and told me that I could stop because they had long believed me. So the details are going to be left out, but here’s the jist:

Getting your stolen bike back, San Francisco style