Mission Mission

I can’t say for sure who this Nick Fisher character is (but one wonders if possibly he’s the Nick Fisher from the New Twitter #space video or the Nick Fisher from our Dr. Teeth Death Sauce movie), but he’s either a genius or a real sicko or a real sicko genius.

Reader TJ posed the question in the comments section of yesterday’s post about international pop star Gotye winning it all at a pub quiz in the Tenderloin a couple days ago.

So how about it? I’ve heard good things about Shotwell’s and the Sycamore.

[Photo by Jordan]

While it’s going to take a lot to replace the awesomeness of the hammocked ladies in the original mural, Jonathon here is definitely up to the task.  He’ll probably paint your house if you ask him too.

(Photo by Chris!)

Previously:

• 780 Valencia mural laid to rest

All Shook Down reports, via tipster:

So last night @ trivia this nerdy dude comes in and proceeds to answer every question right. I’m like who the fuck is this genius? We get to talking and he tells me he’s Wally and we end up chatting about old exotica and new wave records. This guy had an encyclopedic knowledge of music and was as cool as fuck. Turns out it was international pop star GOTYE!

Dang. Read on for more story and more pics. And be sure to go see Gotye tonight at the Bill Graham Civic Auditorium. (He was scheduled to play the Independent until demand necessitated that they move the show to an exponentially larger venue.)

Reader Marcus I. spotted this very strange collab between network television and drugs.

To commemorate that today is the anniversary of the 1906 earthquake, Muni released a batch of never-before-seen photography from the aftermath. Three are set in the Mission.

Above is an almost totally incinerated street car on Guerrero Street, with the ruins of the Mission in the background. Below are scenes from Howard Street. (Now it’s known as South Van Ness, but it used to be Howard.)

[via Haighteration]

Dudes, we are getting our own vegan storefront. And it is within a slow 60 second walk of my casita! The owners announced it on the Facebook last week, so yes, I am fashionably late to the party, but I’m still excited to be there!

The shop will be called Pinko’s Vegan Mercantile and will open May 1. I, for one, am planning to race over there on my lovely but old and slow bicycle after work as fast as my two little legs will carry me and then spend as much of my paycheck as I can muster on delicious and/or beautiful vegan items.

OK and yes, let’s put it out there: being a pinko and running a store where consumers part with their money might seem a but contradictory. But look at our neighborhood culture: Ritual and Little Star have commie-influenced logos, so Pinko’s is hardly the first communist/ capitalist establishment here, mkay?

If you grow tired of the mix of grease-burned carne asada, urine, exhaust and rotting garbage that hovers in the air under your nostrils as you walk through our fair neighborhood, take a chance on Pearl Street and enjoy a whiff of these big yellow suckers. These things are so smelly! And it’s completely intoxicating. To smell, perchance to dream.

UPDATE: Lizzy tells us they’re also hallucinogenic! Bonus! But! Please don’t cut off your penis!

First they vandalized other artists’ work, now they’ve moved on to vandalizing federal property. A bold crew, this bunch of vegans.

Look at that bottle! I don’t know about you, but I’d definitely pay $8 for a 10 ounce pour of PBR if they advertised it like this in the U.S.

[Angus Winchester]