Mission Mission

When I was in Indianapolis a couple weeks ago, I saw this badass exhibition at the Indiana State Museum called Radical Lace and Subversive Knitting. I loved a lot of the stuff, like the skulls below, and thought, “Boy, I can’t wait to see more.” Then I get home, and Soap Gallery tells me they’re about to debut a showcase of nothing but radical and subversive crocheted doilies, like the ones above! Thanks, Soap Gallery!

The exhibition is called When Doilies Go Bad, the artist’s name is Laura Mappin, and the opening is Saturday at 6pm. More here.

Update: There’s more over at Bender’s too:

Link.

Dear The Mission,

Take a cue from Tim and Anna and — please — put a little love in your heart.

Sincerely, Mission Mission

Tree at Free Farm Stand was faced with a dilemma. At an event last week promoting sustainability and stuff, he was asked to partake in a wild-boar feast. The boars were non-native pests, decimating local populations, and they were procured sustainably and respectfully, but Tree abstained nonetheless:

I just want to put this matter to rest. As much as I understand this boar eating, I personally prefer to remain a vegan and stay with my principles of doing as little harm as possible in the world. About a year or so ago I was so mad at the rats eating the avocadoes in the trees in the garden I was working in, I thought about getting night vision goggles and a bb gun and shooting them. I think I could have done it at that time. Now I am thinking that the wild boar eaters don’t have to travel out of town to go hunting. They should stay local and hunt the rats that are everywhere here (it is a delicacy in Thailand and it doesn’t come with the karma of eating pork). Then they could go for the feral cats that are everywhere pooping in our gardens and eating the birds and over reproducing.

Link. So, dear readers, what’ll it be? Ratmeat, pork karma or veganism?

Paolo over at Eater had this to say in his Slow Food Nation wrap:

The Coffee Pavilion was the most ridiculous area and consequently, the most educational, because you had to learn if you wanted to taste. The best part: when pouring each cup, the (very nice) barista started each time with “This farm you are tasting right now is…” We learned a lot about Ecuadorian shade patterns.

I love learning about shade patterns! Anyone else learn anything else interesting? Note that the coffee pavilion was curated in part by Eileen Hassi of Ritual Roasters. Well done, Eileen!

Previously on Mission Mission:

Barack Obama Drinks Blue Bottle

Mission Mission and Ritual Roasters

Yesterday, Elizabeth at The Ladder Herald saw some compelling new street art on a wall near 18th and Valencia. Today, she saw some cranky dude scrape it off. (And somewhere in between, she wrote a moving analysis of all the Sarah Palin news.) Thanks, Elizabeth!

We asked Rhiannon to fill us in on what went down at 12 Galaxies’ swan-song show:

All space metaphors aside, 12 Galaxies went out with a big bang last night. StitchCraft opened the show up, all beautiful harmonies and hot chick with a fiddle, and there went beer one. After that it just got louder and sillier and more fun. During Big Light’s first set, the place got really packed, and really really hot, but no one cared. The Mikes and Willy at the door were having a great time, while Robert was shmoozing and dancing and answering the same questions a million times over. Someone whose face was a blur got up and played an acoustic set. (Their face probably wasn’t a blur in reality, but I was three beers in, not to mention the three margaritas at Velvet Cantina during dinner beforehand.) Then Big Light was on again, and someone had turned the amps up to 11. After that, it just became a jam fest. I got some video of some 10 people on stage, tearing the guitars apart, shouting “12 GALAXIES!” in some kind of rhythm, Robert got up and sang, first the 12 Galaxies song they were all making up, then some Grateful Dead-type stuff…

It was awesome, I left around 3, after KrOB put his famous neon sign in a cab and headed on home.

Thanks, Rhiannon! Can’t wait to see the video…

Photo of Frank Chu’s last appearance on the 12 Galaxies stage by Amor de Cosmos.

Previously on Mission Mission:

Save 12 Galaxies!

I was like, “Hey Sad Vader, why so glum?” And he was all, “Dude, read between the lines.”

Infospigot spotted this bit of stencil art outside the Burger King at 16th and Mission. Link.

Look at him flop! Also, be sure to stick around for the twist ending. (Thanks, Lola!)

This Craigslist post asks why cyclists have to be so rude to drivers (click thumbnail to make larger):

I’m Sick of Non-Law-Abiding, Self Obsessed Bicyclists in the Mission! (mission district)

1. I’m stopped at a 4-way stop at Hampshire and 22nd, 4 cars at each corner. It’s my turn. I start to accelerate, then have to slam on the brakes because a bicyclist jets through the intersection without stopping or even slowing down. To make it even better, he slaps his ass and air kisses me when I toot my horn at him!

FYI– I am a resident of the Mission. I only drive when necessary. I walk to work and my children use muni to get to school. My autos run on biodiesel and hybrid energy. I respect bicyclists and am one myself. Why such anger, disrespect and dangerous behaviour out there?

Update (Friday morning): Debate is in high gear in the comments section, and it’s grown to include the ol’ bikes vs. pedestrians conundrum too. Meave says: “What, bicyclers, is your goddamn problem, that you are all over the sidewalks?”

Previously on Mission Mission:

Advice to Cyclists

Biking in the Mission Can Be Confusing