Mission Mission

Today Carlos Reyes tells the story of a trip to Millbrae ruined by an overzealous rookie cop. With epic resless photography as always. Link (AUTOPLAY WARNING).

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Alex Barkett critiques TV news:

Watched a news bit last night about how some woman on the sidewalk in the mission thought her kids were sick but it turned out they weren’t.

Link.

Brittney was in Dolores Park the other day and overheard a troubling exchange. A guy says to his friends, “That girl with the hoop? She’s hot.” To which a female companion of his retorts, “Her? That is what is called chubby, loose and gross. You should be disgusted right now.” Ouch.

See how it all plays out (and whether Brittney decided to take action against the hater):

The Things Women Say About One Another

A while back I saw Jonathan Richman perform a live score for some old Swedish movie. Jonathan was great, it was fun to see him experiment with a bunch of unusual instruments and conduct a bigger band than usual, but the movie was pretty dull. Some kind of domestic melodrama or something. So I emerged feeling so-so about the experience.

Which is why I entered last night’s SFIFF Lost World/Dengue Fever/Esurance event with great caution. I even told myself I’d leave early if I got bored. But I’m happy to report that that didn’t happen. Because the movie was as action packed as the music. In fact, I’d go so far as to say that if you haven’t seen it, it might be worth seeing even without Dengue Fever’s accompaniment. It’s got laughs, adventure, action, and some epic twists. And that’s the key, the movie’s got to be up to challenge of competing with a band everybody loves.

So I’m also happy to report that prior to the show it was announced that the San Francisco Film Society in December will present a screening of 20,000 Leagues Under the Sea with live score performed by Stephin Merritt of the Magnetic Fields. I imagine that movie is probably sufficiently gripping so as to be able to stand up to a musician so rabidly beloved.

Photo by Steve Rhodes.

ThinkSketchDesign stumbled upon this weirdo scene yesterday in Osage Alley. Read on for the full story and musings on the nature of hyperlocal news reporting.

Previously:

Dancin’ in the Street (Lexington Street, under the disco ball)

Tonight is the May edition of Lessons in Adventureneering at Dog Eared Books. Theme is “Finding Your Positivity Face,” and if the face on this flyer isn’t the most positive one you’ve seen all morning, I’ll eat my hat.

One small change: Pete Lee takes the place of Moller, as Moller can’t make it.

Thanks, Mark!

Meli of Bikes and the City spotted this COMING SOON sign the other day, and Paolo at Eater SF ran with the story today. Seems Gracias Madre, specializing in vegan Nuevo Latino Cuisine, is a new venture from the Cafe Gratitude folks, going in at 18th and Mission. Link.

Previously:

Punch-Me-In-The-Face-Please Serenity at Cafe Gratitude

This week on I Heart Street Art, I talk to Steve Rotman and Chris Brennan, two actual authorities on street art and graffiti in San Francisco. The crux of our talk was the following:

A few years ago, I could’ve pointed out things that were well over 10 years old. And they hadn’t been painted on. They hadn’t even been tagged on because there’s a respect level that it gets to. So one of the interesting things that buffing — especially on a regular basis like daily or weekly — does is ensure that only the worst stuff is up.

So that’s why graffiti’s been in the news lately. Newsom was going to be running for governor, so he wanted to clean up the city. They started buffing every day, all the good stuff disappeared, and we’re left with ugly stuff. So people notice it more, call it in more, etc. Vicious.

Read on: I Heart Street Art: Self-Fulfilling Prophecy

Nobody captions a photo better than Max at 4Q Conditioning.

He estimates this shot of Neil Blender at one of the Mission Street BART stations dates all the way back to 1987. Link.