Mission Mission

No respect!

[via Street Art SF]

[via Idiot Tempers]

While apartment hunting over the weekend, our pal Emily got some crummy advice from a prospective landlord who’d asked her what neighborhoods she was interested in:

When I said the Mission, he gave me a strange look and kind of shook his head. “You’re at an idealistic age. The Mission isn’t for you. Maybe you’re tougher than you look, but, I don’t think you should live there. I once had a tenant from New York, thought she was real tough. After two weeks in the Mission, she begged me for her old lease.”

This coming from a guy who lives in Modesto or something. And THEN, another run-in the next day, with yet another old person:

[A] coworker and I were talking about places we have been looking at. A customer overheard us and chimed in on the conversation. “I used to live in Telegraph Hill back when it was affordable. I used to hang out in North Beach before the neighborhood went to shit.” The typical “San Francisco isn’t what it used to be blah blah blah” lecture ensued. She moved out of the city to have kids, surprise, surprise. She started to outline every neighborhood, what was wrong with them, and then she got to the Mission.

“I won’t even go to the Mission now that I have children. My brother lives in a condo there and I don’t go. I avoided that neighborhood fifteen years ago, and I avoid it now. A cop once told me ‘While girls shouldn’t be in the Mission.’ And, well, white girls shouldn’t be in the Mission.”

Ugh. Read on for more of Emily’s thoughts on the whole thing.

[Photo by Emily]

It’s that time of year again, when the sun lines up just right with some San Carlos Street window panes and light buttons (AKA sun buttons) result. Be on the lookout!

[Photo by our own Mike Chino]

Mission Local reports:

A man named Michael jumped onto the 24th Street BART tracks just as a Daly City-bound train was approaching. Wearing a shirt that said Viva la Revolucion and yelling “You have the power,” he said he was occupying the tracks because he was sick of sleeping on the streets for six years.

Witnesses on the platform began waving their arms frantically at the driver, and the train came to a screeching halt just within a foot of hitting him. [link]

They spend a few minutes trying to talk him into climbing back out, he explains that he won’t leave until TV cameras show up, so they turn off the third rail and jump down there and cuff him and haul him away.

Let’s zoom in on the cop with the giant weapon and the bystander snapping pics:

From our Contact Us page:

Saturday, 4/14, 2:30 AM, Mission between 16th and 17th (mcdonald’s side): any idea what caused the fresh trail of wet blood running the entire length of the block? (and possibly farther, I didn’t check.) A stabbing?

They have bowling too, but MAN look at Mission Bowling Club‘s new brunch menu. 11AM-3PM Saturday and Sunday both.

Photographer Stephanie Janney spotted this natural wonder the morning after the big storm. Click it to blow it up.

Thanks, Stephanie!

I know we all hate cops but, would you date a cop?

— ☯ k®♎∆§µ∆w♬ ☯ ︻╦╤─(@KREAYSHAWN) April 13, 2012

Kreayshawn wants to know! And so do culture jamming Oakland advice columnist Ron Kristophone‘s readers. Here’s what Kristophone has to say:

I don’t think dating a cop is the best direction to take at your age. You’re going to have a bunch of years later on in life to feign interest with the cop-soulmate of your nightmares about how shitty the new X-ray guy at city hall is, or how much of a pussy Ramirez was for ordering a Greek salad at lunch. In the meantime, I think it would be best if you tried out guys who talk about the Speak and Spell they circuit-bent to sound like the robot chick from “Small Wonder” more than how your day was. Or perhaps the dude in his mid-thirties who holds grudges against you for not giving a fuck about Nigerian hip-hop. Both of them wont be constantly diverting their attention away from you toward the Burning Man shithead who is weeping passionately about the nutritional benefits of lentils, or laying their gun on the table and staring you directly in the eye every time you order a Greek salad.

Read on for more if you like. But first let’s watch the classic video for “Dating Cops” by the Intelligence:

It’s like SXSW up in this piece lately — free beer everywhere! Free beer tonight at ping pong, free beer at this thing, etc.

Anyway, this thing, a launch party for a new app called UpOut (not uPout, though I bet if you get slammed in the face by a bouncy boxing glove hard enough, uPout). Broke-Ass Stuart will be there, boxing and playing host or something. Free beer by Pabst. Free gourmet hot dogs. And then there’s a egg hunt and a bouncy castle in which bouncy boxing will take place. And it’s all in the trippy old factory space that is Z Space. And it’s free! Saturday night! You must RSVP here!

Stuart has all the details and some jokes about Coachella here.