Mission Mission

By all means, show it off on the street. Show it off around the office. Show it off on the bus, and in the park, and at happy hour. Show it off at dinner. And when some random on the sidewalk outside leans in to take your picture? Don’t be shy. Own it.

Merry Christmas, you two!

It’s that sporadically open little record store on 20th Street, where you bought weird old records for cheap, and maybe a vintage lunchbox for a friend’s birthday, and maybe a new needle for your turntable. Its owner passed away recently, and his friends and family are trying to find a way to keep his legacy — the store — alive. All Shook Down tells the story:

​”Braindead” Dave Devereaux, owner of Force of Habit Records in the Mission, a small but passionately run shop specializing in rare punk rock, vinyl, and collectible toys, passed away this month of an unknown cause. He was 41.

Devereaux passed away on July 4 or 5 — paramedics found him dead in his apartment on July 5, and autopsies to determine the cause of death have proven inconclusive. For the last year and a half of his life, Devereaux suffered from gastroesophageal problems, according to family members and friends.

“Dave was one of that sort of vanishing species known as a ‘record geek,’” said Jello Biafra, former vocalist of the Dead Kennedys and regular customer at Devereaux’s shop. “Very passionate about music.”

Read on.

[via mmmmcakes]

Well done, Alexandra Sheehan!

Form and fashion: in this example of a symbiotic mutualism, the fellow above feeds on small invertebrates which could potentially harm his female host. He is additionally protected from predators by her stinging cells, to which he is immune.

Mission Local‘s caption for the above photo is as follows:

Quite measured. I would probably say something more like, “SFPD officer grabs nice handful of civilian tit” or something.

In any case, here’s more of what was going on around the time this photo was taken:

At 7:45, the group reached Market and 7th. A voice came out over a megaphone. It was Corrales. “Move to the sidewalk,” he said. “I am ordering you to obey all traffic laws. Anyone who doesn’t move to the sidewalk will be arrested for jaywalking.”

The protestors ignored him, and kept walking. At Powell St, they began to turn, and walk uphill.

When police realized where the crowd was going, they began to race up Powell, shouting at the stores to lock their doors. Tourists scattered in their wake, screaming and yelling to one another in a multiplicity of languages.

Read on for the full story and the slideshow from whence the above photo came.

Mission Local reports:

When the protestors reached Valencia, they hung a left, and stopped in front of the Mission Police Station. Someone threw a blue smoke bomb. Someone else threw a flare. It landed on a police officer’s foot, and he stamped it out. Someone else threw what appeared to be black paint – it hit the greenish glass doors of the station, and oozed down. The police standing in front of the door ducked but made not other moves. A hammer flew out of the crowd, hit the door and bounced off, with no apparent damange to the door. One police officer leaned down, picked up the hammer and passed it to another police officer, who passed it to another police officer, at which point it disappeard from sight.

Read on for the full story and the slideshow from whence the above photo came.

Mission Local reports:

The police arrived first, at 4:30 p.m. About 20 of them stood at 19th and Dolores. More were at 18th and Dolores and 20th and Dolores. Three or four patrol cars began circling Dolores Park. On hipster hill, the area of the park south of the tennis courts, officers on dirt bikes rode in circles on the grass.

Also there: four television crews. Many, many photographers. At least a dozen journalists, in all. They stood near the entrance of the park, at 19th and Dolores, waiting.

Read on for the full story and the slideshow from whence the above photo came.

Our buddy Theo recently a started a new project wherein he’s going to post a hand-drawn, custom-lettered swear word every day for a year or something. It’s called Beautiful Swear Words.

My first question was, “Where are the t-shirts?” Theo hasn’t quite figured that out yet, but he’s gonna, and I’ll be sure to post again when he does.

My second question was, “Need help coming up with more swears?” Theo says he’s always on the hunt, so by all means, shout out all your favorite swears in the comments sections below. I’ll go first.

Also, Theo’s only 17, so please nobody tell his mom about this project.

Next I want to see someone rocking one of those tiny 21st Amendment boxes.

[via 2cute2puke and Honey Jets]

Press: Works on Paper is a business on 22nd Street that focuses on everything papery and booky, and next week they’re hosting a book binding class:

join us on wednesday, july 27th for a hands-on class covering the basics of bookmaking using the longstitch style. longstitch is a tried-and-true bookbinding stitch – a classic technique which never loses its charm. as a softcover binding, a book sewn using the longstitch technique is perfect companion to hold your thoughts: lightweight, durable, and classy. students will spend the evening creating and binding one complete book; variations can be taught if time allows. no previous bookbinding experience is necessary, all skill levels are welcome.

class cost: $75 Includes materials. each student will leave with everything necessary to continue making books at home. the kit will include needles, thread, a bookbinding awl, goliath pencil and bone folder. be sure to bring your own ruler and scissors!

date and time: wednesday, july 27th, 7-10pm
maximum class size: 15 people
there will also be beer and snacks on hand. bookmaking can be thirsty work!

Your very own book binding kit! Beer and snacks! Go here to read more and sign up.