Mission Mission

Less to complain about at that point. How are you going to justify your excessive drinking?

[pic via @fayesvideo]

The search for an elegant bicycle beer transport solution has plagued mankind for decades. Significant advances were made in the past couple of years, including the Dolores Chiller by Timbuk2 and Rickshaw Bagworks’ Mexican Revolutionary-inspired Beerdolero.

This innovative and handsome solution was originally designed to to carry bike polo mallets, but once the craftsman realized that bike polo is not exactly as ubiquitous as he had thought (and that lots of people seem to think it’s lame), he strapped beer to it and won the rest of us over. The result is the “6 Pack Frame Cinch”, available on etsy now, for just $22.

Interesting idea, outsourcing the heavy lifting to your bike frame as opposed to your back. It’s probably not great for your balance, though, so don’t bother with that no-hands track stand unless you want to be picking broken glass out of your arm.

Still no word on what’s available for people who want to carry a 12-pack, though.

[via Hellen Jo, who also happens to be a kick-ass mission artist]

Reader Rob sent in this shot of a incredible new-ish mural up on 24th and Florida on what he calls “one of the crappiest buildings in the Mission”.

It is a phoenix, right? I was gonna say chicken, but that would have been offensive to people who care.

[Thanks Rob!]

Hey, if you think you might need help getting pumped about the CRANBERRIES COVER BAND performing tonight, Honey In Yr Brain has just the thing. It’s a video, about being hungover.

Watch it here.

I was gonna be like, “Whatever your troubles, whatever your crises, take heart because at least this wasn’t your dinner.” But then I turned up the brightness and saturation on the photo a lil bit and I was like, “Damn, wait, that looks good!”

Plus, I just ate half a bag of stale tortilla chips at 3 in the morning, so who am I to talk anyway?

[via vmonkman]

[pic from @PhilBronstein]

In The Mission right now. Bullying citizens into safety.

Yeah, you, commuter. You’ve been passing this Explorist International place twice a day since October, and you always say to yourself, “Hey, I should go in there one of these days,” but you’re always in too much of a hurry. Right?

Well, tonight’s the night. At 7 sharp there’s a free jazz party going on. The core duo are a drummer and a vibraphonist I think, which should be dope.

At the last event, some random kid rolled up on a skateboard, pulled out a pocket trumpet and jammed on the last couple numbers, and then skated off into the night without another word. Rad.

And follow their blog for updates about hot deals and future goings on.

If you find yourself with a weary soul tomorrow night, consider reviving it at El Patio with “fresh blossoming funk, disco, italo, electro, and freestyle which is sure to help you revive your weary soul.” For the low price of $3.

Backward Skate on FB.

We did a post the other day spotlighting one citizen’s supreme satisfaction with an experience involving the SFPD.

Stu wrote in today with a very different perspective:

I broke my hip on 24th and mission after being jumped a year and a half ago. The EMT asked me if I had “had a little fight with my friends” and also asked me to stand up AFTER I had told them where I was having pain. Then they told me it was not likely my hip. When the police arrived they were having a jolly time laughing and when I raised my voice to try and get some actual help they treated me like a suspect and told me to “take it down a notch”. I couldn’t believe the way they handled my situation. It made me sick. A miserable time all together. My friend ended up driving me to the hospital because i was so pissed with the police and the EMT workers. I have 8 screws and a plate now in my hip and three assholes walked. Probably high-fiving each other as the cops did nothing.

Not good, SFPD.

[Photo by Troy Holden]

Podboy may be new on the scene, but his series of recently unearthed 7th grade papers and doodles is blowing me away every single day.

Bartenator versus Bartbo, as you can see, is an instant classic. (The “ink please” piece was a doozie too, right?)