Mission Mission

westbymidwest recently spotted this wheat paste.  Peep the large version of Flickr and see if you can spot the random dinosaur and cat.

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I have no idea what the article is about because I don’t have the requisite patience to read a 6 page article / 1,466 words*, but Mission Loc@l has a pretty epic picture of Cafe Gratitude being all culty.

* From NeoOffice via copy and paste

Previously on Mission Mission:

• Cafe Gratitude is a Cult

It basically went down like this:

• I crashed some house party near Homestead
• My friend showed up with a mason jar full of whiskey sour
• Fashion tip: mason jars are the new hip flask
• He claimed there was half a bottle of whiskey in the jar, but I figured he was just exaggerating and went to task
• The next thing I know, it’s 10a.m., my laundry is washed, most of the dishes are clean, and I feel like I drank half a bottle of Seagram’s.
• I decided to bike to Muir Beach rather than wallow around the city
• I found the goddamn Tonayense truck on Highway 1

Vegansaurus has the scoop on how Mission Mission’s constructive criticism was received.

Previously on Mission Mission:

• Mission Vegans Need to Learn How to Market Themselves

Mission Mistaken filled us in a couple of days ago about the latest in Mission gentrification:

I would like to take this opportunity (opportunity in this case taking the tepid form of yet another genuflecting photo-fest to wheat paste) to pass along my experience last night at what might be charitably referred to as the topsy-turvy Alice in Wonderland opening party for the former Bryan Square, then former Coach House lofts and Bryant Commons…  now Union, at Bryant and 20th Streets.

7×7 certainly did their homework [7x7, oddly, co-hosted the opening party - Kevin], if by homework one is referring to attracting the most vapid, frazzled and unfriendly looking group of Marina moms one could imagine.  There were two DJ’s forlornly spinning to an empty room, servers trying to convince the uuber-skinny to try uuber-tiny snack foods, and some of the most ghastly staging imaginable.

So in order to get approval to build what are certainly better-than-average and more expensive than average condo’s in the hallowed ground that birthed the howling mobs of MAC, the builders agreed to a family friendly approach, meaning little in terms of smaller units for gay couples, singles and hipsters.  Instead there are lots of bathrooms and lots of (tiny) bedrooms.

But the units are nice.

But the upper floor with view units were not open for inspection.

But I only live a few blocks away so I plan on inspecting those shortly.

I came away with this sense of dread, that this corner of the Mission is about to go from being genuinely hip, to “Marina chick notions of hip” in short order.

I noticed lots of blow references in the Uptown bathroom last night.  Delirium, sure.  But the Uptown?  Is there some sort of invisible cocaine/yuppie problem there that I’m not hip to?

See Also: Coke Party, Coke Party, Coke Party, COKE PARTY by “The Yuppie Pricks”

Andy Brooks’ photostream has been killing it lately:

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These are going to be on sale tomorrow. I struggle to think of anything I would rather eat.

Peep this: there are going to be 60 bakers selling sweet, sweet baked wares to make you fat from 11am-4pm tomorrow (Saturday) in front of Ike’s Place to benefit the Give Me Shelter Cat Rescue.  Best of all, there are going to be real-life kittens OTS to play with and maybe take home.  Kittens, people.

On a side note, the San Francisco Committee for Human Rights in the Philippines is also going to be there collecting money and relief goods to help the victims of Typhoon Ondoy.

Full Disclosure: I’ve been to one of these bakesales before and they’re delicious.  I’ll be eating the shit out of some pie tomorrow.

They made some really cutesy post that I somewhat disapprove of on the ground it made vegans look like virginal middle schoolers, so here is the doctored poster I made them:

According to reader Eric, it looks like the store famous for their rack of luchador masks might be crossing a boundary:

Have you guys noticed these racist masks that they’re selling at that place on 24th between Capp and South Van Ness?

What the fuck?!?