Mission Mission

I hate to keep harping on how great Airfix Kits are, but, really, anybody that likes anything at all about music should give them a whirl, pronto. And c’mon, here they’re sandwiched between two other formidable acts at an afternoon matinee at The Knockout called Christmas Disco!? Impossible to resist.

More than 30 artists were each given a hoop and directed to make something good within its ovular confines. The results (including Robert Howard’s Bricks) are on display starting tonight at Soap Gallery.

Rhiannon and her friends at The Dark Room premiere a new work tonight:

So [I am Snowmiser: Walken in a Winter Wonderland] is an awesome, silly, ridiculous Christmas Cabaret starring Sean Owens as Christopher Walken. The Premise is that Walken was originally cast in all of those [censored] (but we never say the name, they love their copyright) Christmas Specials. He’s telling his memoirs to an interviewer/biographer person (Sherilyn Connelly) and this comes out. Musical Memory Hilarity ensues.

Violet Blue has all the pertinent details in a Laughing Squid post here.

Also, there’s this.

(via love letters to san francisco)

This old Coca-Cola commercial stars Sangroncito‘s mother! Asserting that Coke has less calories than half a grapefruit!

Mission Pie just announced, via Twitter:

Yes, the rumors are true. Vegans can now get their grub on. We are baking limited amounts of Vegan apple pie. Get it while it’s hot!

Link.

Apologies to the squeamish, but I feel I must link to this riveting post by chef/blogger Ryan Farr. It is a step-by-step photo essay detailing the making of a Rabbit Head and Lengua Terrine. It starts out horrifying and ends up making my mouth water. Just like many of the best things in life. Link.

More, more, more:

Harry Porker and the Goblet of Pork at Plebiscite.

This Week’s Guest Chef: Ryan Farr at Mission Street Food.

Meave Bummed By Early-Morning Pig Carcass on Mission Mission.

Title and text by zinzin:

copters all fucking morning, woke me up around 530. no idea what it was.

around 7, a couple cruisers were moving the slumbering bums out of Dolores Park. Fairly polite, surprisingly non confrontational. none of the bullhorn / night stick tactics you’d see in NY in the Giuliani era. One yoga / exercize person shouted at the cops to “leave em alone, they’re not doing anything”. then a dog walking person who was standing right there…but out of the field of vision of the exercize person, shouted at the exercize person, and quite loudly…basically saying “shut the fuck up, it’s idiots like you that make this neighborhood (and i quote) ‘into an asylum’…”. the exercize person jumped a mile and looked sheepish. the dog walking person went over and thanked the cops. actually shook their hand.

then around 8, about 6 emt vehicles and cop cars converged on 19th between mission & san carlos. north side of the street. i peered over to get a look, and everyone was crowded around a bum, who was…literally…mastubating. “furiously” is the word that came to mind. i’d say this makes that person more of the “afflicted” mentally ill type, than the “addicted” typical mission bum…but these are never mutually exclusive…and i’m certainly no expert.  anyways…i overheard one of the EMT women saying this is the 3rd time this weekend they’re picking up “this jerk off”. everyone had a nice holiday laugh over that one. poor sap, i was thinking. over 50 “advocacy” groups within 500 yards, and this guy is rubbing them out in the street – all weekend apparently, though i never saw him –  with no effective mental health services within, well, it may as well be 100 miles. here’s to progressive politics.

then i came home and had toast and watched pink panther cartoons with my kid. he loves the soundtrack.

Over at a photo a day, Donald Kinney’s got this (and another) shot of like a zillion pigeons rock doves chillin’ on wires. (Thanks, Plug1!)