Mission Mission

I figured this would be of interest since it’s apparently the only Berlin-style ping pong party happening this month. Plus, the Lower Haight is my second favorite neighborhood, and the home of the best burrito in town. (AND, one of the poster models is Vic Wong, who as of one post ago is tied with Andrew Sarkarati for most prolific Mission Mission writer ever, other than me.)

Also, the musical program this time seems pretty interesting:

Psmzntl, DJ Fgsfds and DJ Jerky Joerg will be manning the decks, and here’s what they promise: “Looks like an eclectic set and we’ll tag team it to hop genres and decades. Maybe no country. Tunes, songs, nuggets, slop.” YUSSS!!!!

RSVP and invite your friends!

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Rock Make returns! Here’s this year’s lineup:

17th Street Stage (at Treat Avenue & 17th Street)

12:30pm: SF Rock Project
1:30pm: Kids on a Crime Spree
2:30pm: The Mallard
3:30pm: Yalls
4:30pm: Will Sprott (of The Mumlers)
5:30pm: Tartufi
6:30pm: Burnt Ones

18th Street Stage (at 18th Street & Treat Avenue)

1pm: Metal Mother
2pm: Permanent Collection
3pm: Twin Steps
4pm: DRMS
5pm: John Vanderslice
6pm: Exray’s

Lookin’ good! Just saw the Mallard last weekend and they are in prime condition these days, so try to arrive on the early side.

RSVP and invite your friends!

Right? Just think about it.

[via Mid West Coast]

Last week our pal Brittney wrote about being phonejacked on the bus. This week, as if Brittney were a Lars von Trier heroine, shit got way worse:

I pulled the cord to signal that I wanted off when the bus was due to stop again at 5th and Market.

I stood a few seconds before the bus came to a halt, a clear indiction that I was getting out and off the bus. When the bus stopped the man to my right swiveled his legs around rather than stand, so I took a wide step to get around him and as I did he grabbed me between my legs.

Without thinking I turned and swung my heavy purse containing a server’s book, a hardback journal and loose, sharp pens at his head, but barely connected. I think the purse grazed his face. I screamed FUCK YOU, also without thinking, and fled off the bus.

Read on.

SF Comedy & Burrito Festival??? Comedy and burritos?? Makes sense kind of, I guess. But we asked festival co-founder Ameen Belbahri to explain for real:

As a San Francisco native and burrito aficionado I had always wondered why there were no events celebrating what I think is our greatest culinary contribution. I had thrown around the idea of having such a festival, but it just seemed too difficult logistically. At the time I was working at a comedy club part-time and was trying to figure out how to make a career out of it. Someone suggested I put together a comedy festival and somehow the two ideas merged in my brain. I told friends about it, usually under the guise of a “silly idea I had” until eventually their enthusiasm for the project convinced me that it was viable. [Co-founder] Jeff [Cleary] had also been tinkering with the idea of a comedy festival so we joined forces and thus the festival was born.

Hurray! And get this: early-bird tickets are available at early-bird prices for just another couple days, so best get on it! (They come with burrito vouchers, and after this week they go from $55 to $75. Events take place at various venues around the neighborhood.)

Whenever I see a cool car around the neighborhood, I take pictures and send them to my pal Eric up in Portland who runs Other People’s Things, my favorite car blog. He responds with some knowledge and we post the results here and it’s called “Car Beat.” Here’s what Eric has to say about this lovely vintage Volvo:

This is a Volvo Amazon, known in the States as the 122S (1956-70, though this is a ’65-66).  The 122S, much like the BMW 2002 is the car that cemented the company’s popularity with the American consumer.

The 1965-66 model year is one of the most relevant, with a brand new ergonomic seat design in fancy leatherette (aka PVC).  It also featured what was a Volvo innovation that would soon become the standard for all auto manufacturers- the three-point safety belt.

One thing they didn’t figure out just yet was that beautiful but frustrating rear filler cap.  One rear end collision and you can’t put gas in it.

Thanks, Eric! More pics (including a closeup of the rear filler cap) after the jump:

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Maybe I should eat one before the Hot Chip show tonight?

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Eater SF reports:

[A]n active full liquor license just crossed the ABC wires, and opening should be imminent. [link]

So that’s it right? Those things ain’t cheap, so they better open the doors and start capitalizing on it quick. Right? Any day now, I’m sure.