Mission Mission

This is that dude that played his bike handlebars a while back. Will he do it again for this special performance at the Brava? I dunno, but you can win VIP tickets by leaving a comment below explaining why you deserve them more than anyone else. Also, be sure to specify which date you’d prefer to attend. We’ll pick a winner, based on merit, on Wednesday at 5pm.

To procure tickets the traditional way, click here. If you’d like a free download of Mark’s new single courtesy of Porto Franco Records, click here.

A while back, a reader wrote in with this picture of the bed of a black Nissan filled with what looked like might be evidence of a bike theft ring. Today, Man Freckles tells us about a red Nissan apparently known to be part of a bike theft ring:

So last night I went to the Dover Club with some friends to have a mild sunday game of pool, while bobby the bike thief was stealing friends bike wheels.  We Knew exactly where to go to get the wheels back. We went over to 24th and york looked in the red nissan truck and see all the wheels inside. We try to talk to him, no luck. SO the truck is opened and wheels given back while my friend is drunk and pissed and smashes the windshield with a bike lock. STREET JUSTICE !

Are these trucks one in the same? New paint job or what?

In any case, read on to see how MF’s story ends.

[Photo by Jeremiah M.]

Happy Valentine’s Day (from the sandy stairway down to Sutro Baths)!

If only more passive aggressive note authors took the time to craft such poetry as this.

[via Talent Is An Asset]

What’s going on up there? And was it as thrilling as that giant red balloon a couple years back?

[via everybday photos]

In today’s edition of “The People’s Guide” over at Curbed SF, celebrated Missionite Beth Spotswood tells us all about life in her little corner of the neighborhood, a corner she dubs “Suburban Mission”:

Local customs of note: Placing one’s boombox to one’s window and sharing 1960′s do-wop with one’s entire block, saying hello to everyone one passes on the sidewalk, marveling at the line outside of flour+water, gardening, trick-or-treating, Christmas decor 12 months a year, passive-agressive anonymous note-leaving, printed beautifully in really great fonts (see photo).

Charming! Read on.

Sexpigeon relocated a couple months back, and has already come to a powerful conclusion:

Whatever they tell you, New York is not a 24 hour town. Yes, there is shitball garbage open at all hours, but such is the case for any American city, for, honestly, any American suburb. And the bars stay open till 4, sure, but only the shitty ones. Your west coast two o’clock corner store rushes are a better option, honestly, for sure, yes.

Good to know! [link]

This is the most safe-for-work image from the Dolores Park Orgy our pal Man Freckles witnessed last night.

He also got a cock shot and some nips. And some prologue or something.

Happy Valentine’s, everybody!

Can you guys read that? There’s a fancy sausage, a fancy beef tongue fatbread thing, a sandwich that’s basically french onion soup on a sandwich, a fancy peanut butter and jelly, and ribs. Sounds good to me, but does this mean no more $1.50 hotdog-and-beer special nobody ever got?

On the other hand, now maybe Clooney’s won’t be known as the worst place in town to take a first date.

Oh and they’re serving all day every day, 11am-10pm or so.

SF Weekly has the full story of the Clooney’s kitchen makeover and the dudes running the place here. [via Eater SF]