Mission Mission

Curbed SF reports:

The state has awarded a $2,700,000 grant for the long-planned urban oasis at 17th & Folsom Streets, currently a parking lot. It won’t happen tomorrow- they have yet to buy the lot from its current owner, the Public Utilities Commission, and still have to raise more cash to cover the project’s estimated $5,000,000 total cost.

Dang! Big numbers! Couldn’t we just do it guerilla-style like those skaters in Oakland?

Anyway, I like the name. Future Park! Badass, right? Read the rest of the story here, or leave a comment below suggesting a better name.

Check out the newest piece from Strike Anywhere Films. A mesmerizing music video that takes place on our very streets. 24th Street, to be more specific. Florence Hartigan sings “Paris” by Friendly Fires.

Hint: you’re going to want to click on the bottom right button to watch it fullscreen. How do they get that zoom so smooooth??

Notice how the amber colored haze of our pollution as it wafts across the bay to Oakland gives it a nice Tony Scott-like feel at the top of the frame.

Bonus! Check out this rad spec commercial they did. Simple and with perfect timing.

Ooh, what’s this? A shop dealing in “vintage and throwback gear from the classic era of hip hop”? At 15th and Guerrero? And they’re having a grand-opening party tomorrow sponsored by Pabst? YES PLEASE, on all counts:

Welcome to the neighborhood, New Jack City!

Their web store isn’t open yet, but they’ve got some pictures of goods up. Goods look HOT.

As a 3-year veteran of Berkeley Co-ops, Homestead has always satisfied my urge to drink beer and throw stuff on the floor without picking up after myself.

They are turning 5 years old and closing off part of 19th st for all-day celebration Saturday. The festivities run from 11am to closing, featuring bands and food (presumably not just peanuts). Go show them some love.

[via Broke-Ass Stuart, photo by Jared Zimmerman]

Well, at least one of his tattoos is.  Put on your Where’s Waldo specs and see if your eagle eyes are up to the task.  Also, let’s put our yarmulkes together and think of a few appropriate Hanukkah gifts for the penultimate-worst NBA scorer.

[Photo of Tuesday's Chron Sporting Green Cover]

Inner-Waldo failing you?  The Answer, after the jump . . .

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See / Saw last night published an examination of urine-related signage here in the city. “Please Use A Cup,” says this example, “Went you Got to Piss!” Read on.

P.S. I wonder why the author of this blog is using the Muni elevator anyway. Oh, right.

Not one week after I noticed a gaggle of these three-wheelers in front of Chicken John’s, The Wall Street Journal took an interest in the city’s Cushman culture. Yes, it looks like this is indeed “a thing”.

Check out the article and video on WSJ, where the owners rave about getting mad children love, parking wherever they want, and scaring the shit out of drivers whose meters are about to expire. Apparently, these babies are also major graffiti magnets. But at least some thoughtful taggers tend to ask first:

They say, ‘Hey, do you mind if I write my graffiti on your car?’

Uh, yes.

[WSJ via Schlomo, another proud Cushman owner who uses it to deliver Banh Mi]

Our pals over at Fancy French Cologne are part of a one-night fashion extravaganza tonight over at The Common on Mission and 7th, featuring all sort of vintage, contemporary, and local handmade goods.  There will be all kinds of ridiculous sales and–the best part–an open bar!

I don’t know about you, but shopping while pleasantly buzzed has resulted in some of my greatest fashion triumphs ever, and I heartily endorse trying it out yourself.  Plus, it’s just a hop and a skip from there over to the shitshow that will be the Oh Sees at the Eagle.

$20 gets you in the door (and sufficiently wasted) from 6:30-10pm tonight!

As Apple hasn’t yet dropped $7.5 million, it looks like the current owners of Dolores Park Castle are looking for alternative sources of revenue:

No, sadly not an Arcade Fire show.  Uptown Almanac’s KevMo reports:

I overheard someone mention that there was an upscale open bar at Dolores Park Church.  So I took one look at my tshirt with kittens printed on it and jeans covered in mud, figured that was good enough and rolled.  Now, I’m not really sure what was going on last night, but there were a lot of people wearing suits, cocktail dresses, some bongos, and lots of free Don Julio.

Hey,  if 7500 Googlers got together, they could pool their bonuses and take this place off the market (at a roomy 2 square feet per person).

What’s that? You’ve yet to have yourself an Arizmendi pizza party?

No excuses. Get on it.

[Photo by Mike Chino]

Previously:

Arizmendi Is Done

Eat This Mint Chocolate Chip Cookie