Mission Mission

Taken at the corner of Folsom and 17th at City Cremation. Not everyone can afford a fancy urn.

[photo and title by reader Joel G.]

Jumping at the window of opportunity afforded by the break in rain the other day, my buddy and I each grabbed our bikes, picked up a Korean Steak sandwich from Rhea’s Deli, and headed over to Heron’s Head Park for some reclaimed wetlands picnicking.  Despite the windy, arctic weather, we were enjoying our walk through the swamp until we came across this.

In the unlikely event that this avian creature perished naturally in the most ironic spot possible, then bravo nature, job well done.  However, judging by the marks on the bird’s neck and body, this is instead looks to be merely one of the most tasteless jokes ever.  If you can’t tell from the photo, the dead fellow has been placed on a sign reading, “Wildlife Area Keep Out” (amid other signs displaying “Wildlife Reclamation in Progress”).  Maybe it’s meant to enhance the warning, but it comes across in poor taste.

And if the perpetrators were also somehow behind the death of this graceful beast?  Well, then that’s frightening.

While not everyone has been in favor of the new parklets and in-street bicycle parking going up in recent months around Valencia, furious that treasured automobile parking spaces are lost as a result, this is the first case of bicycle rack rage that I’ve seen so far.  Obviously, any bike parked here would have been obliterated.  Hopefully this violence won’t begin to extend towards cyclists as well!

Oh, too late.

Move Mean, the talented photographer responsible for this gem, says the mess smelled of fruit punch and curry. Jesus.

Self Edge tries out a new sales strategy: This guy stands out front in his special uniform and barks at passersby. I like it.

Previously:

Obsessed With Denim

(Artist’s recreation of the crime)

In just the most recent example of the rampant squirrel problem facing The Mission these days, a squirrel squirrelled his way into Zeitgeist yesterday and used his tiny little dirty claws to scratch at the bar’s decorative wall hangings. Animal Control came to pick him up, but he squirrelled out of the cage and scampered up a tree.

This just hits home what we all have long known to be true: our neighborhood is being taken over by squirrels. Sure, they were here first, but that’s no excuse to allow them to scurry willy-nilly all about, terrorizing pigeons and rats alike. I think I speak for us all when I say that something must be done about these little beasts. If the Board of Supervisors aren’t willing to put their feet down on the problem, I’ll stamp out these nut jobs myself.

Oooooh. Wait. Sorry. It was a man, a squirrelly man. Oooops. Never mind.

Misread at SFist.

Last night at Amnesia, Emperor Norton’s Jazz Band introduced this as a 1930′s Louis Armstrong classic, but you probably know it as the 90′s remake “Buddy Holly” by Weezer.

They perform every first Sunday at Amnesia if you want to catch them next time and join the sing-a-long.

The instrument of choice for singers who don’t know what to do with their hands just got fishy.

I’m not sure what’s more amazing: the fact that fish tambourines are a real product, or that they are manufactured by a company called “C.O.D. Novelties”. Also available in dove.

[snapped at 21st and Mission]

Pretty good. Simple, clean.

But it’s no Hayley Cassatt. Maybe the city could get her to do the next piece on the late, great Laser Eyes Kitty Mural space. Something like this would be a big hit I bet:

Will this wet weather and its wake of destruction ever cease?

[Photo by TWITA2005]