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22nd Street.

[via Hexidecimal Neon]

Cool new look for winter: Like a rad high school photo of your dad

[via Vic]

The purest form of pizza delivery

[via Storts]

Powerful wheels

[via landyacht]

The purest form of cycling

[via Last Renaissance]

Arismendy

Our buddy Tag Savage (who designs all of Mission Mission’s badass graphics) spotted this flyer (somewhere in NYC we think) and texted it to us promptly. Thanks, Tag!

Weird old North Van Ness landmark gone for good

The Tenderloin Geographic Society reports:

Let us remember with fondness the house that Q*bert built, for it is no more. [link]

If only we’d left the Mission more, maybe we’d have been able to enjoy this thing more. I think I saw one movie in that place, and I think it was some kind of special screening of the Coen Brothers’ now classic The Man Who Wasn’t There, and they handed out promotional plastic combs. I am remembering this with fondness.

Dolores Park no longer green on Google Maps [UPDATE: It's back to normal]

Dang! What a shame! UPDATE: It’s back to normal, thank goodness.

Yet other — some might argue lesser (and surely less grassy) — area parks remain verdant:

Why this is?

[Reader Steve D. submitted this story via our Facebook wall.]

Cute little woodland creature with big gnarly bat wings

[via Amy Halverson]

What did the 24th Street animal molester say to the pigeon?

“I’ll touch your butt!” What a line!

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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