Mission Mission

Are we to infer that she was barefoot inside Delirium too? I shudder.

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Can you believe it’s January? I love January in Dolores Park.

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Whether you’re a fan of the band or not, whether you’re a fan of rock docs or not, whether you’ve got better things to do or not, you should see Everyday Sunshine: The Story of Fishbone this week at the Roxie. It’s an artfully constructed film from beginning to end, full of laughs and interesting stories, great advice from Flea, epic narration by Laurence Fishburne, great music, great Fat Albert-style animated bits — and tons more. You’ll learn tons about the punk scene in the ’70s, the new wave scene in the ’80s and the alt-rock scene in the ’90s. And you’ll fall in love with this band.

And if you see it tonight or this weekend, the band and the filmmakers will be in attendance, and they’re a fun bunch. You can get your picture taken with Angelo, like Jocelyn here did.

View showtimes and buy tickets here.

Vegansaurus is on the scene:

[I]t’s really creepy in rainbow without the lights on! Do you think there will be a grocery heist?? [link]

Yikes! Definitely creepy. Better head elsewhere if you were planning on picking up some fancy orange juice for tomorrow’s mimosas.

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Los Angeles Magazine takes a look at how parking is fucking retarded, using LA’s Walt Disney Concert Hall and its massive underground parking structure as just one prime example. Here, LA gets compared to SF:

Donald Shoup, a Yale-trained economist and former chair of UCLA’s Department of Urban Planning, loves telling this story. Gehry’s auditorium may be wonderful, says Shoup, but it is also a fine example of poor planning. The garage—designed to serve the public good—instantly made the Metro immaterial to concertgoers, placed several thousand cars on the road every week, and pumped a few hundred tons of carbon dioxide into the atmosphere each year. Like any parking lot entrance, the one on Bunker Hill sucked air from street life. “L.A.,” says Shoup, “required 50 times more parking under Disney Hall than San Francisco would allow at their own hall.” Downtown already had an oversupply of garages and lots where music fans could leave their cars. “After a concert in San Francisco,” says Shoup, “the streets are full of people walking to their cars, eating in restaurants, stopping into bars and bookstores. In L.A.? The bar next door at Patina is a ghost town.” Receipts that should have gone to the philharmonic’s endowment instead are funding enough parking for nearly every ticket holder to park a car every night downtown.

So San Francisco has it pretty good? I dunno. Read on for the history of parking, parking meters, parking tickets — and the possible futures of all those things too.

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One of the more kickass title screens from the arcade machine at Dear Mom.

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These could belong to a happy cartoon zucchini, right?

(Well they don’t. They belong to a person named Chantel, and Fashionist has more pics of her here.)

UPDATE: Or a happy American Tripps ad, am I RIGHT??

NBC Southern California reports:

A Colorado woman dropped her pants at a museum and rubbed her rear end all over a painting valued at $30 million, according to police.

Carmen Tisch, 36, was arrested after scratching, punching and, well, rubbing her butt against Clyfford Still’s “1957-J no.2″ and causing an estimated $10,000 damage to the artwork at the Clyfford Still Museum in Denver. Police believe she was drunk during the late December incident.

Read on.

(Thanks, Travis!)

Previously:

• PRINCESS BUSPISS

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