Berlin-style ping pong returns to the Secret Alley this Friday!

American Tripps is back again already! RSVP and invite your friends here!

Here are some pictures from last time, shot by local photographer Allison Donlevy:

See the whole gorgeous album here.

Brockets, ladies

Reader K-Mack (not pictured) has some advice for the gals regarding the recent rash of purse thefts in the Mission:

brockets ladies. brockets. i sew a little pocket into my bra to store money and id. no one is gonna steal that shit there unless you are letting everyone feel you up. if youre boobs are above a b cup- you can also make another one for your phone. or keep a case on your phone and store in the side of your bra. ive been doing it for years after growing up in philly and getting regularly jacked. keep lame shit in your purse you wont miss and rad stuff in the bra. works every time.

also dont put your phone in your bra without a cover or fabric case of sorts. i had a ton of fun in the sprint store figuring out my phones were shorting out from boob sweat. and no, i dont have profusely sweaty boobs. [link]

Thanks, K-Mack!

[Photo by Blythe Keller]

Should you watch TV on an iPad while dining at a popular restaurant in the Mission?

Local iPad expert (and SFist Editor) Brock Keeling (pictured) weighs in on the controversy surrounding some gals watching tennis on their iPad while eating at Flour + Water last week:

When horrible Bay Area diners aren’t taking photos of their food (stop that, please), sporting shorts and a North Face jacket (stop that too, please), or having a bowel evacuation in the bathroom (restaurant loos are for peeing and hand washing only), they’re now watching epic sporting battles on their iPads. Very rude. Very self-centered. (Then again, so is worrying over the behavior of other customers, which is really none of our business. We digress.)

But. The invention of the iPad is also a blessing in disguise for patrons and parents alike. Why? Because kids love — like, instinctively love and understand — the iPad. They just do. Add a pair of headphones and you have the perfect quiet-child-in-restaurant scenario.

Read on for the full story.

Pearl Jam sidewalk stencils hit San Francisco

[via You Wear It Well]

Coconut stands in the Mission ain’t got nothin’ on the ones in Athens

So says our buddy Kiya from Self Edge, currently abroad. Here are some pics to prove it:

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Medjool’s roof deck is open for business, legally!

SFist delivers the good news:

The legalization of Medjool’s rooftop party palace comes with a few stipulations. Namely: fewer people allowed up there, a smaller space and no more live music.

[...]

At least one commissioner (rightly!) agreed we need to have more roof top bars in San Francisco, but pointed out the commission should probably figure out the size and noise guidelines for approving those first so we don’t end up with more of these drawn-out battles.

So, see you guys at Medjool as soon as we’re done with work/our DJ party? Cool.

Read on.

[Photo by Kevin Hahn]

PBR salami

Yum!

(Thanks, Jefe!)

Local graffiti types love Herb Caen

And he wasn’t even a real native! (Born in Sacramento, eww!)

[via Last Renaissance]

Come DJ with us!

We’ve got a room going on Turntable. So far there’s me, our business manager Nick Pal, our pal Cosmic Amanda, and real-life DJ Tristes Tropiques, who you might remember from Friday’s edition of American Tripps. If it’s fun, maybe we’ll make it a regular Friday afternoon thing.

Join us: http://turntable.fm/mission_mission

UPDATE: It’s a party in here…

UFO over the Mission

Reader Mat L. captured this footage last night:

Anyone see this last night, over maybe Dolores or slightly beyond? I shot this from my place in the MIssion, and it was inside the fog, couldn’t see Sutro.. so.. somewhere between here and there.

Here’s more:

Allan Hough

Posts: 7810

Email: allanhough@gmail

Website: http://allanhough.bandcamp.com

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