Times when Rolling Stone’s Tim Dickinson has said ‘So it begins’ on Twitter

And finally:

So whatever “it” is, it definitely involves the military, hackers, zombies, brain experiments — and Google moving into the Mission.

Vietnamese coffee drippin’ slow on Mission Street

This is a still from a short film by Rice Paper Scissors (who recently opened a new brick-and-mortar on Mission Street). Watch it here.

Turds in flight

Me and my pal Corntard were eating some of those awesome new Guatemalan hot dogs in the City College courtyard the other day when all of a sudden a pair of porta-potties took flight! Here they are, soaring over the Mission:

From there they gained altitude, veered eastward and landed safely on Mission Street. It was majestic.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ig4fUOBwsbU

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Look at this brunch sandwich

This is at Dear Mom right now:

sliced rice-puff breaded fried chicken, kale+cucumber kimchi + yogurt salad, & spicy mayo, all on an epic english muffin! it’s on the menu today until 3pm [link]

Anchor Motherfucking IPA

On tap at Pal’s Takeaway (and whatever the place is called at night) right now!

Back when the most expensive concert ticket in town was Led Zeppelin

And it was $11.50.

Tonight you can see an LCD Soundsystem *cover band* at Verdi Club for $15.

[via Emma]

Selfie in progress

[via Joshua Cobos]

Drink of the Week: Carrot-orange mimosas with fancy juice by Thistle

These Thistle guys (note that their URL is thistlechangeyou.com) (wait, so is it pronounced “this’ll”?) were giving out sample shots of their 100% raw, cold-pressed kale juice the other day on Valencia, so we struck up a conversation and ended up buying some other juices to go. But, us being us, we needed to combine them with alcohol in order to consume. It was awesome. Fancy juice is the bomb.

Next I’m gonna try combining the kale juice (which is called “Verdance” and also contains apple, celery, cucumber, spinach, parsley, lemon and ginger) with mezcal!

(We got the idea of a carrot-orange mimosa from the new kitchen staff at Broken Record btw.)

Look at this hot dog

It’s a Guatemalan street specialty known as a shuco, and you can get one at a new spot on 22nd Street called Los Shucos.

[via Mission Local]

Searching for ‘Sexy Google Glass guy’

The Roll Over Easy crew this morning read through a selection of recent Mission Connections, and this was the big closer. Like DJ Sequoia, I’m going to choose to believe this is real:

Sexy Google Glass guy at Local Mission Market – w4m (mission district)

I know you saw me — how couldn’t you?

Or at least you could replay it later in the silver pair of technological seduction perched on the rim of your ear. I couldn’t help but stare, you caught my eye and I was smitten. You were perusing the gluten-free crackers aisle, a bottle of organic pinot grigio tucked under your arm, talking into your iphone. At first i thought you were one of those “eccentric” SF types that talk to themselves on the street until I realized it was just Siri and breathed a sigh of relief. Your polarfleece jacket was jauntily slung over your shoulder and I caught a glimpse of an ID card lanyard trailing out the back of your jeans pocket. You rocked that gingham plaid buttondown like there was no tomorrow (business casual never looked so good!). Did you go to MIT, or was it Stanford? My god, you are one in a million.

Brunch at Mission Beach Cafe or rock climbing at Mission Cliffs? Yes, please!
ps — I’m the girl wearing the Warby Parkers. [link]

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Allan Hough

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Biographical Info:

"I joked that living in the Mission would be the end of me. And there were nights where it felt like the case.

One night I went out with my friend Allan to the bar that no one goes to on 16th Street, where I lost half my drink and money on the dance floor. Later we skated down 16th to Evelyn Lee, where I fell off my board and landed on my head as the 22 bus sped past behind me. A sobering moment. At the bar, I sulked and nursed my wounds until Allan put on Amy Winehouse’s 'Valerie.' We danced, he dipped me, and I felt better."

— My pal Valerie, writing about life in the Mission