Mission Mission

Creative thinking or overthinking? “Only in San Francisco,” perhaps?

Ice Tubes says it’s just plain pretentious.

When Critical Mass made its way into the parking garage under the Safeway on 16th Street, those on tall bikes had to duck or risk head trauma. The ceilings were low, and some low-hanging pipes were even lower. But those came in handy:

Also of note (perhaps), a female tall biker, amid throngs of dude tall bikers:

Oh, and here’s some video:

Alissa reminds us that one of the benefits of living in San Francisco is proximity to Tahoe, such a wonderland in the wintertime.

This time in the Lower Haight, and to significantly less impressive effect than the last caper.

Then again, maybe this installation was epic too before someone climbed it and destroyed it, like with the last caper.

Sounds like the 1911 Mission had it going on for New Year’s, especially compared to those poopy Market St or Fillmore parties.

“What added to the color and the light and life and tumult was the fact that it was a genuine street carnival that reigned, most of the New Year eve merrymakers being in masquerade costume.”

“Gipsy maids and flaring Carmena, toreadors, strolling minstrels, peasant lads and highland lassies,  some of every nation under the sun, nuns and monks and saucy flower girls, in with those garbed in every day street wear, went to the making up of the throng, 30,000 strong, that turned Mission Street last night into a howling, laughing, cheering, exultant mob.”

So basically like today’s Carnaval, but at midnight. I am sure that would go well these days.

Another 1911 novelty: “Police Kept At Ease By Lack of Rowdyism”.  Unlike, say, this city winning a major sporting championship.

Click for the entire article — Mission excerpt below. Oh, for the simple days of Queen Julia.

Happy New Year!

[Photo by Zoë Banks]

Happy New Year!

Previously:

Do-It-Yourself Yellow Journalism Machine

Shark Week

Judging by what little is left around the edges, this was a goody. It’s been a while since I saw a new Ribity in the flesh; sorry I missed this one.

I caught this brave commuter on Mission and 20th. No sticking to the safer, less bumpy Valencia for this tall rider, no sir.

Was it Glass himself whom scrawled this epic tag? Signs point to YES.

(What signs? Huh? NPR blows!)

[Photo by Male Awareness Day]