Mission Mission

Snapped in Pi Bar by Broke Ass Stuart.

Whether the π/beers thing is related or not, I have no idea what is going on in this image. I’ve zoomed way in and can’t seem to figure what that appendage growing out of that guy’s upper torso is. Looks like an illustration in a “Say No to Spraying Kerosene in Your Own Face” pamphlet from the doctor’s office — but that’s not a real thing. Halp!

Photo by westbymidwest.

This is on Dolores Street somewheres. Just let me put on my purple American Apparel shirt and my purple fake Ray-Bans and then somebody take my picture under it okay?

Photo by jessohackberry.

Some mystery bombadier seems to be  pelting random passerby with barrages of eggs as they make their way down Valencia approaching Pica Pica, that newish Venezuelen place across the street from Little Star.  My buddy Eric described his first encounter:

Heading home from practice, I started to notice this peculiar smell, like it was breakfast or something.  Then I saw that it was emanating from this huuuuuge pile of broken eggs on the sidewalk.  At that moment, I felt something whoosh past my face . . . sure enough, an egg.  I looked across the street to see who was throwing them, but didn’t catch anyone, so I just got out of there as fast as I could.

Then, a few days later, I’m walking down the same street and this girl about 10 paces ahead of me gets nailed out of nowhere.  I hurry up to get out of range before the ambusher can reload, but I still can’t tell where they’re coming from.  Be careful when you’re getting arepas!

Does anyone have any idea would could possibly be motivating this dairy-hurling poultry-slinging villain?  Any word on if they’re organic or cage free?

[Photo by Craig Hunter]

Our buddy Nicole Browner from Bay Bridged explains why she’s pumped about this year’s Regional Bias:

I am personally excited about having this fairly new local band, Exrays (members of Ray’s Vast Basement). Also, we have Morgan Maki (18 Reasons/Bi-Rite) cooking for the evening, with veg options. Many of the local artists are people who have designed website banners for us in the past and present, and they will be selling their work. Yeah SF!

Yeah SF! RSVP (or invite your friends) via the Regional Bias 2010 Facebook Page.

Previously:

Scenes from Oysterfest 2010 featuring Thao Nguyen

It’s always a fun time when a new gallery opens in the neighborhood, and tonight promises to be no exception as Gallery Hijinks makes its debut on the Mission art scene.  The fun starts at 7pm tonight and features two different yet enticing exhibitions. 

Pictured above is the offering from the Free Life Center, a large scale freestanding installation crafted from salvaged building materials that can be modularly configured for a variety of purposes, kind of like that parklet on 22nd Street, but will probably just end up getting hotboxed.  Looks like it was pretty fun to put together, though!

For a more visceral experience, check out Jerking Off In Bunkbeds for a collection of photos that will leave you feeling dried up, empty and ready to molest life!  Anytime you get the chance to come away with a new book called Fingerbanging Amelia Earheart, you really just have to do it.

The gallery opening is from 7-10pm tonight, and musical performances will be happening on Saturday from 6-9pm at this exciting new space on 2309 Bryant at 21st Street.  Did I mention that the TCB Courier dudes are also involved in this project?  Seriously, bike messengers and art together at last, and unbeatable combination.  Check it out tonight!

Happy Friday, friends! These cute animals need a home btw!

Fastlane — 1 year old female calico

Appropriately named, Fastlane is a quick moving and sleek little girl. She enjoys life at a higher speed than most and prefers to keep the road free of other cats. Fastlane is equally gentle and loving to round off her highway ride to your heart.

Pharaoh — 7 year old Austrailian Shepherd

Oh yeah… You’ve seen my type before…the breed that wins all the ribbons at dog athletic competitions and beauty competitions too. I’m a well mannered and handsome guy, easy on the leash, and tender-hearted. My breed is known for being super trainable and very smart!

All pets adopted from SFSPCA have received a pre-adoption veterinary exam and behavior assessment, vaccinations, spay/neuter surgery and a microchip.

Where: The San Francisco SPCA’s Maddie’s Adoption Center
Address: 250 Florida Street (at 16th – Street)
Hours: Open Tues – Friday 1 p.m. to 7 p.m., and Saturday/Sunday 10 a.m. to 6 p.m. (Closed Mondays and major holidays.
Contact: 415-522-3500, www.sfspca.org
Follow SFSPCA at facebook.com/sfspca and twitter.com/sfspca.

Last week we held a contest in partnership with INNA pickle INNA jam. To win a bunch of jams and pickles, you needed to tell us your best story involving pickles or jam or being in a pickle or jam. Jen’s story takes the cake:

Revenge is best served smeared with a dollop of strawberry jam. We were chugging along in our old tank of a Volvo, in bumper to bumper traffic, trying to escape the blizzard sweeping into Lake Tahoe. The litterbugs in the car in front of us decided to toss a nearly full can of Coke out their window. Had the half-frozen can actually struck our windshield, it doubtless would have shattered our only protection from the blisteringly cold weather. Instead, it miraculously missed by a centimeter, bouncing instead off the metal side structural support. Furious, our driver managed to maneuver in front of them. Being unable to handle both breakfast and windy mountain roads, I had skipped breakfast that morning. Fortuitously, the jelly donut was still perched on the dashboard. The shotgun passenger rolled down the window, took careful aim, and lobbed the donut at the thoughtless louts in the car behind us. It splattered directly in the center of their windshield. Trying desperately to get strawberry jam out of their only line of sight, they made the mistake of turning on their windshield wipers. The result was that their vision was now completely obscured by smeared strawberry jam, and they had to pull over to clean it off by hand in the icy cold.

Whoa! Way to use some jam to get yourselves out of a pickle!

The folks at INNA will be delivering to Jen’s front door the following prize package:

2 jars of albion STRAWBERRY jam
1 jar of plenty spicy JALAPEÑO jam
1 jar of bread + butter persian CUCUMBER pickles
a perpetual postcard calendar

Yum!

The rest of us can still be winners too, by cashing in on INNA’s July-Only Annual Jam-and-Pickle Subscription Special!

Previously:

Legit Rap Song About Volvo Station Wagon

VOLVO!!!

I figured out why Barcelona and San Francisco were fated to become sister cities. It’s the street art, stupid! Both cities are obsessed with ’80s pop culture. Check it out:

Barcelona:

San Francisco:

Case closed.

But if you’re interested, see some Space Invaders at I Heart Street Art: In Barcelona and some Gizmos in The Gremlins Are Proliferating.

[Barcelona photo by I Heart Street Art; Stay Puft photo by sixsixty, via SFist.]

Related:

Vic Wong’s Proton Pack

We’ve been talking all week about how rough the dating scene is around here. Yesterday, reader afroblanco explained why it’s not just dating that’s tough, but friendships too:

Yes, without a doubt, this is a city full of flakes. People do NOT follow through on plans. This is most painful when it comes to dating, so I think we notice it more in that situation. But actually, I’ve noticed this exact same tendency for friends and hanging out. You make plans with somebody, and (as somebody upthread said) you have like a 50% chance they’ll follow through. WHERE DO PEOPLE GET THE IDEA THAT THIS IS REMOTELY ACCEPTABLE!?

Later, reader SRK retorted:

And all this shit about San Francisco being full of “flakes” that, as well, is complete shit. We hang out with our friends when WE WANT to hangout, we’re not constantly looking for some new thing or new acquaintances. This is a lifestyle city, enjoy it or leave. It’s not a fucking rat race and we’re okay with that. Hopefully, you’ll get there too someday.

Who’s right? I know I’ve been flaked on, and I know I’ve done some flaking (sorry, you guys!!), but is it really because we’re San Franciscans? Is it an epidemic? Or are we okay?