Mission Mission

Ramona (not pictured) is moving to New York, and she’s decided her biggest obstacle is the books:

Now, I already sold a bunch of them to a used bookstore in the Mission.  I made $30, which was awesome because as books they meant literally $0 to me.  And yet I still felt all weepy when I was standing at the counter sorting my cash and watching The Fountainhead become something I was definitely never going to read.  I said, “It’s so sad, selling books.” Like I was Zooey Deschanel or something, and the clerk looked at me like I was a dipshit and said, “Why?  There’s always more BOOKS.”

There’s always more books.

Read on to see what happens when she gets home.

[Photo by Meligrosa]

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.

Well, it may not have been as scandalous as the orgy in Dolores Park, but if you’re going at it for more than ten minutes in a crowded bar, you’re bound to have someone yell this at you (before they ride away listening to Kraftwerk).

Happy Valentine’s Day everyone!

Not cool. Andrea from Homestead sends us this:

Unfortunately, earlier this week, the Homestead bar lost one of their naked ladies. If you’ve been in the bar, there’s no way that you’ve missed out on the classy decor. These paintings are done by the artist Larry “Vincent” Garrison. The one that was stolen usually lives in the back room, which is mostly for private parties, but has been known to host a crasher or twenty. If you can put this out there, we’d really like to have her back. She is a staple of our establishment.  We do not have an exact picture of the painting that was stolen, but I send this one as an example. It’s the same lady and the same style, but she is sitting down. Thanks for any help you can offer! P.S. No questions asked.

If you see a painting of this babe in some jerk’s apartment, seize it in the name of Homestead. Sure, it will be a pretty awkward bus ride home, but Homestead and all it’s “art appreciating” patrons will thank you later.

Sorry for the second NSFW this weekend, but at least this one is for a good cause.

P.S. Does anyone have a picture of the real painting from the back room? Send it our way and we’ll add it to the post.

Update:

Here’s the painting in question along with a doppleganger. Thanks, Iris!