Mission Mission

NPR has this exclusive stream of Bob Dylan’s new collection of outtakes. It is good. And during these troubling times it is particularly comforting. Link.

Says the Mission Anti-Displacement Coalition blog:

The Corado family are one of the last remaining long-term Latino working-class tenants in their building. The landlord has tripled the rent on the other vacant units and will resort to anything to force the Corado family out of their home. She has locked them out of their home three times in one week, smeared blood and feces on their front door, and falsely accused them of physical assault almost causing a wrongful arrest of an innocent tenant.

The organization is throwing a party tomorrow evening (featuring tamales and chocolate) to support the family. Link.

Via our inbox:

TONIGHT (THURSDAY): High-falootin’ line cook from Bar Tartine goes all nitty
gritty and shit.

Anthony Myint is subletting an antojitos truck in what, hopefully, will become a recurring Thursday night event.

He’ll be peddling an assortment of sandwiches, each served on a piece of
homemade scallion flatbread. Among them, the highly anticipated PB&J (Pork
Belly and Jicama) and the busty vegetarian King Trumpet (wild mushrooms and
triple fried potato).

WHEN: Thursday night, 8pm-2am. Watch Biden dispense of Palin and then hop
down to 21st and Mission to still your beating heart.

Um, prices are reasonable, dude. $3-$5.

Support local line cooks.

I’m there. Thanks, Andrew.

SF Gate published a brief review of El Metate just now, in which they call its cuisine “well-edited.” As a professional writer, I love the editing process perhaps more than anything, so I’m definitely gonna get behind this new use for this particular turn of phrase. Katie made me an extremely well-edited curry chicken sandwich today, by the way. Link. (Thanks, JimBeam)

Previously on Mission Mission:

Haiku Reviews of Mission District Taquerias

“[These] are Jen’s love bombs; she left them wherever people needed them.” Thanks, Virginia. Thanks, Jen. More here.

Throughout October, the San Francisco Bicycle Coalition is sponsoring Gas-Free Fridays, an effort to maybe get us one babystep closer to being off oil once and for all. Every Friday this month, an Energizer Station will be set up at a designated corner, where cyclists can stop, congregate and load up on snacks and fair-trade coffee. This week’s corner is 12th and Market, but a future one will be in the heart of the Mission. See you on the bike bus!

Previously on Mission Mission:

We Love Heavy Metal Bike Shop

Bike Polo

My sister makes cute little felt turntable slipmats, and she just made them available via her new Etsy shop. So even though she almost never comes to visit, and even though she thinks blogging is dumb, please click here to view her inventory

SF Print Collective is having some kind of gallery opening next week, so I was perusing their site and came across a whole series of posters produced years ago for something called the Mission Anti-Displacement Coalition. This beauty stirs up varying sets of emotions for me. Was anybody around when this campaign was in full swing? Link.

Previously on Mission Mission:

Gentrification Implications of Sidewalk Stencils

Tonight at 10pm, Doc’s Clock hosts a screening of Last Call, a short thriller about life, love and dive bars by filmmaker Kurt Weitzmann:

Last Call is the story of a “regular” who is trying to hang on as the last threads of his life unravel. A pathetic and desperate man is kicked out of his neighborhood bar at last call. He then pulls a gun and holds the young and ineffectual bartender hostage with the threat of his own suicide.

Link (funcheapSF).

Previously on Mission Mission:

Doc’s Clock Smells Like Bathroom

When we found out Friday’s Critical Mass was all peaceful, we went off in search of one that wasn’t. Over at milkyboots, our favorite Louisville-based webcomic, Virginia (an avid cyclist) tells us about a pal of hers named Pat who had a bad experience in the aftermath of Friday’s ride. Virginia believes Critical Mass is about fun and community rather than messing with motorists, so:

It goes without saying then that I strongly disagree with the Critical Massers who looked up Pat’s address and then went out and SPRAYPAINTED HIS FUCKING CAR. How are we supposed to get anything accomplished if we repeatedly prove to this city what assholes bike riders are? Yes, I know we are better because we ride all the time. So start acting like it. Don’t let your anger control you. If you want to spraypaint something, spraypaint the fucking slaughterhouse. Or McDonald’s or something. People in cars aren’t the enemy.

They’re just cyclists who don’t know it yet.

But wait, couldn’t the slaughterhouse just be a petting zoo that doesn’t know it yet? And the McDonald’s a Gratitude? Read the whole story (titled “Critical Massholes”) here.