Mission Mission

When will it end? Gremlins are fun, Ghostbusters fucking rule. Nerf stuff was okay.

But if I see some kind of Howard the Duck wheatpaste around the way, I am going be a leetle bummed out.

Photo by sf graffiti.

The photo comes from something called Pristine Parks Project, from their photo set Dolores Park – July 15, 2010. It’s a bunch of photos of stuff people left on the ground at Dolores Park.

An ANONYMOUS READER writes:

I’m wondering if you know of any bars showing the Mad Men season premiere.  If not, could you put a call out to see if anyone is??   I need to find a place to watch!  Thanks!  (plz don’t include my name or contact info on yr blog)

I am also guilty curious about this. Sure I could steal cable, but last time I tried to mess with my building’s cable box I think I broke cable for everyone for a couple of hours. Oh shit, forget I said that. I think my building manager reads this blog.

[photo by ytfelmi]

One last detour to the Midwest to close out a week of many detours to the Midwest, this one courtesy of Chicago photographer Nick Gerber. This sport looks fully badass — and I’m sure nobody’s face ever gets burned clean off.

But seriously, the MLB could take a lesson from this crew — less doping and more FLAMING PROJECTILES.

[The pitcher is here; the batter is here.]

I’ve embedded “Ride of the Valkyries” below. You’re welcome.

Photo by SF Citizen, via Carlos Reyes. Do view it larger if you’re inclined.

Jason Rosete captured some sweet pics of other Jasons jumping around in Dolores Park.

Jason Maggied cruising for a(nother) bruising.

Jason Clary getting air(y).

Check out this amazing shot from good ol’ Bob/bats… in Dolores Heights.

Click for big.

We’re going to end this week’s examination of dating and friendship and flakiness in San Francisco and California with this sober rap by reader Al:

Here’s my theory, (note: huge generalizations will be made): Our grandparents grew up during the Great Depression thus rearing their children (our parents) to value hard work, decorum, conservatism. As a result we have the buttoned up, squeaky clean 50′s and then the revolt of the free lovin 60′s. Unsure of how to raise us, our parents padded our cribs, fed us on formula of “you can be whatever you want to be” “everyone should go to college” “be an astronaut, honey” “be a ballerina” and it’s left us, as a generation, completely floundering. We can’t make decisions period. About career paths. “Let’s all be designers!” or what the fuck to eat. We’re all looking for the bigger, better, EASIER, next thing. This includes again jobs, lovers, friends, weekend plans. We like to keep all options open, hoping that someday our shot at “space” or “prima ballerina” will fall effortlessly in our lap.

Totally. If only I could be a ballerina without having to practice my pirouettes all that much.

But I have to say, there are advantages to this trip: Last weekend at Handlebar in Chicago, right after LCD Soundsystem’s epic set, my cousin Jono, a designer (he came up with that great Verizon “Rule the Air” logo), couldn’t decide whether to get nachos or fries. So he got nachos and fries and had no complaints. (See the fun after the jump.)

[Above photo by Elisa Hough.]

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Or at least it should be.  Then we could all take photos that look as cool as those of Walter Dukes.

Do yourself a favor and click through to the large version for a psychedelic view from Dolores Park without the truffles.

UPDATE!!! Just noticed this crazy version too of the same scene!

Previously:

It Burns: Mission HDR Photography

Snapped in Pi Bar by Broke Ass Stuart.