Mission Mission

David Prowler walked along 16th Street between Mission and Market identifying different fonts (or should I say typefaces) of business names and other signs with an app on his iPhone.

Mission Dolores Church is identified as Minimala-Medium Italic, for example.

Check it out. (found at Curbed SF)

It all goes down tomorrow night. The forces of local celebrity ping pong enthusiasts converge, on Capp Street of all places, to take on a ping pong grandmaster. Authors Roger Bennett and Eli Horowitz will present a slideshow for their new book Everything You Know is Pong.

From the far side of the table author Dave Eggers, musician Jerry Harrison and restaurant innovator Anthony Myint will stare down a champion who will attempt to embarrass the pretty boys by defeating them not just with a paddle, but maybe also a dead fish, a copy of the book or a piece of ice. You too can step up if you’re in the mood for some wicked humiliation, or death.

Tuesday, 12/14 at 7:30 pm – 190 Capp Street, at 17th – $10-$20 suggested donation, all proceeds go to 826 National.

Happening now, according to the real Nick Fisher.

Nick Fisher, obviously)

UPDATE: More pics from Nick. And he adds: “Officer involved shooting @ Garfield Park. Two men hospitalized, pretty sure neither were cops”

Tomorrow night (12/8) at El Rio from 6:30-8pm Mike Speigler and company challenge you to drunken yourself up and try to spell a bunch of words. Why is this happening? They explain:

Have a consonant craving to avenge a childhood loss suffered during a duel with words? Do you use the English language daily, but rarely find yourself with the freedom to spell when imbibing booze?? Do you even know what a shot of Extenze male enhancement drink tastes like??? If any of these queries needs an answer then come to El Rio on Wednesday December 8th to take part in the first ever Drunken Spelling Bee!!

What is Extenze? Check out this site if you care, but a warning, while you’re trying to figure out how to click on the links, someone will come up behind you and start making a bunch of stale jokes about your supposed shortcomings. Then you’ll whip around and pretend to throw hot coffee in their face but the lid will “accidentally” come off and actually drench them. Now whose performance is in question??

The Facebook event page is here.

El Rio is at 3158 Mission near Cesar Chavez.

At Benders.

Why is the Flax guy always trying to take down the Valencia Travelodge?

Coming back from visiting some family for the holiday weekend, I came upon the new option of either going through TSA’s full body scanner or “opting out” and getting the full feel up. Going out of SFO there was nothing like that, but coming back from the San Diego airport they gave us the reach around, I mean run around, I mean full monty, I mean full treatment, I mean . . . no, that is what I mean.

Anyway, I opted out, along with the two female passengers I was traveling with. I’ve read a little bit on the health concerns and remain convinced that there are dozens of things I should be addressing about what we’re exposed to daily before I worry about a few seconds of this level of radiation. I opted out because I don’t think it should be easy to push us into new areas of decreased options without some push back. Not intended to slow down progress, but to put pressure on the deciding bodies to check their intentions. Blah blah. So I got the pat down.

Actually, it seemed quite like the body searches I’ve had plenty of times while being picked out of the line to be touched all over.

Seeing the Giants temporary tattoo on my forearm the TSA Toucher got me comfortable by talking about baseball. Despite being a Red Sox fan, he was a very pleasant fellow. He didn’t give me grief or even ask me why I was choosing to opt out of the scan. I asked him if the opting-out had created bottle necks in the process and he said that he usually worked at a terminal that didn’t have body scans and people would walk up to him exclaiming “I want to opt out!” and he would just sigh and tell them to go on through.

He started off by telling me that he wouldn’t do anything to me that would require him to buy me a drink. First he patted me down and when he got to the bottom of my happy trail area he quickly brushed across to my inner thighs with the back of his hands, making no moves to grab or fondle anything he may have found. A couple leg pats and that was that. Residue tests came back negative and I was on my way. Not so bad, but also not so great. Safety first, for sure, but with complications like privacy issues and racial profiling, this whole business becomes quite tricky.

Then we had some free time and since the TSA guy hadn’t bought me a drink I got the round and we did some airport karaoke.

Any other TSA thoughts?

From the wrong angle this Mission Street Santa Claus creeps me out.

Anyone know Jem? She’s missing a notebook.

Found on the street.