Telecreepies

I think this Teletubby ate something funny.

Copycat tree

I ran into these guys on San Jose between 23rd and 24th, filming local character Omer Travers talking about his favorite tree and playing some original songs. According to Omer, this tree — which he often sits in front of — mimics his dance moves in the wind and must be a “bonsai maple” because of its tiny leaves. What will become of this documentary project is yet to be determined, but stay tuned, and we may find out.

Street Shark

Uh oh.  You know what this means . . .

Previously:

So you wish Burning Man would go on all year?

Encroaching DUNES stage DIY Sunday Streets; shut down Great Highway

Our customary SF loop bike ride was unexpectedly interrupted yesterday shortly after reaching the beach and turning South.  We were initially confused about the road closure–wasn’t Sunday Streets happening all the way down on 3rd Street in the Dogpatch instead?

Well, it appears that the wind and dunes here at Ocean Beach got a little jealous and conspired to have their own anti-car event by blanketing the roadway with enough sand to obstruct traffic. Check out all that it took to shut down the Great Highway this Sunday after the jump.

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Big time police chase

Tuesday Night Cop Scene
(file photo, one block North of incident)

Kimberly wonders what was going on last night (Friday):

Last night, my friend and I were at 18th & Mission around 10:15 or so. Dude runs past – you always wonder why they’re running – he’s followed by a dude who shouts “I can keep running all night!” (Clearly it’s a cop in street clothes) Then the ENTIRE block is shut down by, like, 15 or 20 cop cars. No reports on it this morning. We almost got run over by a cop while crossing the street to get away.

Anyone have any additional info?

Night Market!

Today, Public Works turns into an underground farmers market again with another Night Market in collaboration with ForageSF. Live music, DJs, street performers, and delectable edibles — what better way to start your Saturday evening?

Saturday June 11th
11am-4pm: Take-homeables, hot food and gifts
6pm-12am: Hot food, Music

Location: Public Works, 161 Erie St, SF
Admission: $5 for day or night, $8 for both

Drinks Will Be Served
Ages 21+

Junkie watermelon

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There goes the neighborhood.

Lock your bike to a backhoe

Reader Scott Cohen last night found there was nowhere to lock his bike outside the Phonebooth, so he locked to the digging bucket of this backhoe parked in the street. So resourceful!

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P.S. Did you know backhoes are also known as rear actors and back actors? Wild.

Street Squid

It was just about quitting time in the dusty Mission Mission offices when the bossman smacked this photo on my desk.

 

I was just about to type the final period to wrap up the case of a missing bike lock, but now this new mystery sat in the middle of my cluttered desk. I looked up at Allan. The late afternoon sun cut across his face, shading his eyes and illuminating the old unlit cigar butt that he had been chewing on since he staggered in that morning.

“What do you make of this?” he grumbled. “I caught it on my way back from lunch with a tipster. I don’t think anyone saw me take the picture, I’m good at looking like I’m just texting.”

“Yeah, you’re the best. That’s how you got where you are.” I mumbled, thinking about a carne asada burrito at El Farolito that had my name on it. It had been a long day, lots of commenters to quibble with, and I wanted to get out.

“Well, do what you do. I’ll be at Benders, in my booth. Bring it over when you’re done.” He popped the rest of the cigar into his mouth and swallowed, hard. Then he grabbed his hoodie and walked out the door.

Andrew, Vic and the rest were probably already at Benders. I was alone in the office. The sounds of Mission Street filled the darkening room. I sighed, reaching deep into my desk and pulling out a flask. I took a long pull of whisky as I switched on my green glass desk lamp. “This won’t end well,” I muttered to myself. I got to work. An hour later this was staring back at me:

Where this case goes from here is anyone’s guess.

Our favorite hangover elixir, illustrated

The Bold Italic compares the city’s Bloody Marys, complete with cross-sectional illustrations. Almost half of them can be found in the Mission, including several past contenders of the Mission Mission Bloody Marython. It makes perfect sense that the city’s most vibrant neighborhood would be responsible for the best in the world’s most complex cocktail.