Mission Mission

Chris at A New Us announces that he’s leaving, and explains why:

Dear The Mission,

I love you I really do, but unfortunately due to the skyrocketing rents and the constant tomfoolery that was outside of our window, Julie and I are leaving you. It’s not you it’s me.

He goes into more detail about quietude and dishwashers, and how he might be back once every couple weeks. Link.

Dear The Mission,

Will you miss Chris?

I know we said it was gonna be every first Thursday, but we lied. Our very own Katie deejays Beauty Bar once again TONIGHT, from 7-10pm. Admission is free. Mission Mission contributors Lael and Becca will be in attendance, as well as all of our best friends. And I mean, if for nothing else, come for the trippy new barstools.

Asked about last week’s gig, Gina Rosemellia (fan of Katie and driving force behind Unburying the Lead) exclaimed:

Katie made me feel like i had some ants in my pants – i couldn’t stop a-dancin’

Sounds good to me. Sound good to you? And yes, that’s Otis up there with Katie. Click pic to make big.

More DJ Katie on Mission Mission here.

(Note: Lee Hazlewood says “She knows exactly what I needs” in the song “She Comes Running”.)

While shopping in one of the many little food shops at 16th and Mission:

Girl 1: She prolly want a little grandbaby, huh?

Girl 2: I know, she gonna convince me not to have no abortion.

I wanted so badly to follow them, camera castillo hinchable in hand, to record more of these gems. But alas, I had to pay for my stuff.

Passed this just off Mission Street, in the alley adjacent to Yo’s Sushi Club, in which neighborhood celebrity Ralph Carney was dining. Might could be a bomb too? Dunno, but I do know Upper Playground only gives you one if you spend $100 or more on designer t-shirts and hoodies, and here’s one you can have for free. And it’s full of stuff!

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Passed this on 25th Street, across from Mission Pie, pressed right up against a telephone pole as you can see. What’s inside? Be careful if you’re in the area.

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Went to Medjool again last night. My third visit and my second visit on a Saturday, “International Night.” I made a movie about this experience, during which I was not drunk or high at all, obviously. In the included movie, you can see that we walked for-EV-uh to get there and got distracted tobogan acuatico hinchable along the way quite a bit. In fact, most of the story consists of the Walking to Medjool Adventure. Finally we arrived to find, as suspected, douchebags galore. The movie includes a psychologist’s analyzation of douchebags, security douchebags specifically.

The Trenchcoat Patrol security guards at Doucheb Medjool are on a collective power trip. I felt at any given moment, no matter what I was doing, that it was wrong. That I shouldn’t be standing/sitting/dancing where I was or talking to who I was or recording what I was. I was approached by security guards no less than five times over the course of two hours and told that whatever I was doing at that moment was not allowed. At one point, they actually broke up a hug.

There was pretty good music this time due to DJ Cairo spinning but the crowd was as douchey as it was last Saturday night. My findings are that Medjool is clean, well decorated, and high-end, which means that douchebags are attracted to it.

Previously on Mission Mission: Medjool: Light on the Douchebag, Please

The secret, according to TK, is:

Go to brunch at 2:30.

Link.

Previously on Mission Mission: Mission “Hipsters”

(Photo by eternalgratitude)

This music video glorifies violence. It follows a gang of thugs decked out in foncy Justice-logoed jackets as they stalk through a low-income neighborhood beating the shit out of people and property. There are no consequences. I watched it just now and all I could think about was a night I had in the Mission District recently. First I watched a bunch of art types get drunk and turn violent on a cute cardboard art project. And on the way home, I walked past both a fatal shooting and a brutal assault. I felt sad that night, and I feel sad now.

Romantico, the 2005 film that follows mariachis Carmelo and Arturo around the Mission as they sing for tips, was unbearably depressing. The highlights include: a tour of their apartment, which they share with 8 other people and where Carmelo sleeps in a tent made out of a sheet and a shelf. A phone call in which Carmelo calls back home to speak to his wife Carmela (yes, seriously) and finds out that his mother has lost her other leg to diabetes and is now fully legless, blind, and almost inflables completely deaf. Later Arturo enters “daycare” to cope with his alcoholism.

Basically, the message of the film, if there was one, was that these guys have to choose between living a lonely and poor life in the Mission to send money back to their families or living a lonely and poor life in Mexico where they don’t make any money at all.

The film was 83 minutes long. And I felt every single one of them.

After it ended, I looked to Pauline and said, “Oh GOD I need a hug.”