Mission Mission

Does anybody in this neighborhood even remember Matt Gonzalez anymore? He was all we talked about for one three-month period most of a decade ago.

In any case, he’s a lawyer and political figure and stuff, but he also makes collages with found scraps. We saw some of it a couple years back. Good stuff!

Tonight at 6:30 is the opening of a new show at a.Muse called Scissors vs. Brush: Collage by Matt Gonzalez/Paintings by Tom Schultz. Full press release after the jump:

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And Cranky Old Mission Guy is seriously thinking about calling the cops.

What gives?

I was hoping for a bacon sarnie.

[via Humphry Slocombe on Twitter]

If only their coach was as comfortable with his sexuality as their fans.

[Photo by Ann, recently transplanted to SF from Atlanta]

UPDATE: I’ve been duped. Apparently this was a meme last year. Great pic in any case.

Our buddy Zoë Banks just got back from Africa. This was apparently one of the highlights of her trip.

“DON’T DRINK AND WALK ON THE ROAD, YOU MAY BE KILLED.” It’s poetry. (I mean it must be, since it’s a comma splice, right?)

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Yep. I was walking down 19th Street earlier, crossed Capp, passed a couple of working girls. Here’s what one shouted to the other as they were parting ways:

SARA!! REMIND ME TO GET A SF WEEKLY NEWSPAPER!!

I hope Sara remembered. (I’m guessing on the spelling there, but the no-H thing just seems right. No judgement.) I wonder if they’re real into Matt Smith, or Dan Savage, or maybe the concert listings?

The point of this post is, I had no idea anyone read SF Weekly.

But I bet all you anti-graffiti trolls are fine with it since it’s a big corporate-sanctioned corporate eyesore on a big privately owned owned thing.

I’m kidding mostly. Particularly if Hendrick’s is interested in sponsoring a popular hyperlocal blog or something.

One of the first big, highly trafficked stories Mission Mission ever had was about a gang of bees attacking the Mission (be sure to click through and dig those crazy pics). This was a few years back. Today, the bees are back.

Says Star:

Just saw a gigantic swarm of displaced bees at 14th & Valencia. It was intense! A plague, I say. [link]

And here Misa explains the picture she took (above):

SFPD & beekeeper busy working to save a swarm of bees on 14th & valencia [link]

Below is a shot by SFist reader Blair’s friend Carol. The bees are the dark triangle above the door:

And an even better shot by Squeaky Clean Dave:

Thanks to SFist editor Brock Keeling for the tip (and for linking our original bee post way back in the day). See below for a bunch of followup posts wherein you can learn a ton about bees and beekeeping and being an EMERGENCY BEEKEEPER.

Here’s a little Wednesday-afternoon psychology exercise (via Allie, my favorite Ann Arbor-based blogger (not pictured)):

Do you ever see people on the street and wonder what it’s like to know them? Sometimes I think about the people I know and how they look to strangers on the street. What do the strangers think of them? Think of someone who’s really important to you. What would you have thought of that person if you just saw them on the street and didn’t know them? Would you think they were remarkable-looking at all? [link]

Whoa! Noodle that for a while.

So, I immediately thought of my friend Al (pictured, not to be confused with Allie). Al is moving to New York tomorrow, so she’s about to get regarded by a lot of strangers. They’ll probably think she’s remarkable looking.

UPDATE: I’m halfway through this post and Al herself IMs me. This is amazing:

Alex: I was too busy getting spit on
me: spit on?
Alex: yes!
on Haight
me: haha
Alex: some dude just was like angry at the world
younger, fairly attractive homeless kid
‘fuck you’
spits on me
like out of nowhere
me: haha!
omg al
you are making my day
Alex: why?
me: thats a riot!
Alex: it wasn’t that cool
just sayin
me: i know
i’m blogging about this
i’m already halfway through a farewell al post, but this is the icing on the cake
Alex: are you shitting me

No, Al, I’m not shitting you. More importantly, I guess now we know what strangers think of you. I’ll miss you though.