Mission Mission

SFist reports:

A 15-year-old suspected gang member has been arrested in connection with the shooting death Hogs and Rocks employee Gaspar Puch-tzek. If you recall, Puch-tzek, a line cook at Hogs and Rocks, was shot and killed outside the Mission restaurant last month after getting off his shift.

Read on.

The Mission Police took a beating at Tuesday’s community meeting concerning increasing violence in the neighborhood.

On the bright side, they had a fun raffle during the event:

Eventually, Corrales managed to lighten the mood – just in time for the raffle. Latecomers and newbies rushed to get their names in for the monumental door prizes – police station pens, a mug and two Giants tickets.

“Can I borrow your pen?” one man asked the winner of a Mission Station pen.

“I came just in time for door prizes!” said DJ Brown who later won the tickets.

Congrats to DJ Brown and the other winners!

[via Mission Loc@l]

Seen at the Make-Out Room around 1:30AM Tuesday night: DJ Purple checking out the tail end of DJ Primo‘s slow jams set! Purple strolled in and just regarded his fellow beloved San Francisco DJ for about 15 minutes, subtly nodding his head in appreciation.

It was even better than the Don DeLillo/Bret Easton Ellis face-off in this month’s issue of The Believer.

Purple’s karaoke dance party returns to Jack’s tonight around 9, and Primo’s 2 Men Will Move You party hits Amnesia this Saturday night.

[Primo photo by me; Purple photo via Purple]

Basically I just wanted to have two butt posts in a row — but, rad that Yelp is really selling the sizzle, right?

[via Ticklefight] [Photo by Thomas H.]

Dolo Butt, n – a condition wherein the afflicted has a brownish stain on the seat of their pants from sitting on Dolores Park’s notoriously muddy grass. Ex: “You can tell Joan just came straight from the park. She’s got a mad case of Dolo Butt.”

[coined by Zach Morvant, epic cyclist]

How can YOU prevent dolo butt?  Well, for one, you can make like Vic and bring along a bunch of paper shopping bags for you and your pals to sit on.  What a nice guy!

According to the New York Times, fixies have just made their way to Paris. And apparently, Parisians are less snobby about them than we Americans:

In contrast with the hipper-than-thou attitude often associated with the bikes’ American acolytes, fixie riders can rightly be said to have a convivial scene in the French capital, where the bikes are as much activity as social marker. Despite the haughtiness for which this city is renowned, the community that has developed around them is uncommonly inclusive.

“There isn’t that element of snobbishness,” said Bruno Zuzzé, 33, the genial founder of Surplace, a come-one-come-all fixie club that organizes frequent group rides. Fixie owners often salute one another on the street, “like motorcyclists, back in the day,” he said.

Maybe we should all start high-fiving and fist-bumping one another on the street.

Beware, fare evaders!

[via Storts]

It’s like in John Carpenter’s Vampires when the vampires figure out how to perform that ancient incantation that lets them finally walk in the daylight — horrific!

[via Baby Goblin]

[via The Minutes]