Mission Mission

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The Fog Bender is just the best at drawing. He’s on Instagram now too, if you’re interested. [link]

Wu Tang at Wo Hing! This is the Scotch Scotch Scotch cocktail from Wo Hing General Store, which contains blended scotch, absinthe, lemon, orange, egg whites, soda water, and a little bit of C.R.E.A.M. Is cocktail foam art the new latte art?

Keep your eye out for a full Wo Hing cocktail write-up, coming soon from Nicky P.



I rarely go to Ritual because I live closer to Four Barrel (and I LOVE it), but I ended up at the former this evening. Ritual’s vegan apple nut bread is very mediocre: nothing is horribly wrong with it, but it’s too sweet, too dry, and has little character. But they sell all their pastries for $1 close to closing time, so at least I didn’t pay more than it was worth!

Next time I’ll just try harder to get to Arizmendi before it closes.

If we were an early Pagan society with some kind of shell-based monetary system, we’d all worship Sutro tower. Like the sun, it’s huge and can be seen everywhere. Also like the sun, it constantly blasts us with helpful radiation (assuming you find TV helpful).

These days, we don’t turn towards it twice a day and pray for protection against the club-wielding apes, but we do take a shit-ton of pictures of it. Here are a couple more tributes from this week:

Local indie-music heartthrob Ryan Browne posted this soothing video montage he shot over the course of a few months. Check it:

WBTC points out that Therapy on Valencia, in addition to being a brick magnet, carries those dreamy laser-cut plywood 1/1000 scale models, if you don’t mind supporting a dude who allegedly likes to threaten other would-be-sutro-model-makers with legal action:

That’s it. Sutro bless you all.

I don’t really have any room for it, so, have at it, everybody! Thanks, Amanda!

UPDATE: They’re gone. Sorry. Thanks for playing!

As I came round the front of a fire engine that was blocking the sidewalk, this trio of bins blew clean over, in unison, right at me, as though Loki had just willed them tipped with a wave of his scepter.

Be careful on your walk home, is what I’m saying.

We happened upon this pair en route from the Phoenix to Serrano’s Pizza last night around 10. Were they occupying? Camping out at a stop on a road trip? Were they still there in the morning? So many questions.

WBTC reports:

[Overheard] at Mr. Pickle’s: Cop in uniform complaining that they don’t carry Doritos. [link]

Looks like Mr. Pickle does not give a shit:

Fuck the police!

(Furthermore, those “Funky Fusion” flavor Dirty Potato Chips they have are way better than Doritos.) (Doritos has the best commercials though.)