Mission Mission

Next thing you know, somebody’ll try to ban tiny hoodies in the Mission.

Thanks, Amanda!

Previously:

American Apparel NSFW Hoodie Ad

American Apparel’s Hooded Swimsuit

Reader Andy B. just sent in this evidence of the latest trend to hit the neighborhood.

Don’t know what took us so long though — sidewalk sunbathing has been the pastime of choice elsewhere in town for hella seasons already.

Or maybe she’s just gearing up early for the Dolores Park closure.

Armand from Mission Local seems to be on assignment on the Indian subcontinent somewheres, and he’s got this gem of a photograph (and a boatload more) to prove it.

Dr. Sameer, we salute you (and your facial hair).

Armand, keep up the good work (and say hi to your facial hair for us).

P.S. I’ve heard of some bullshit degrees in my time, but at least nobody else is actually calling it a B.U.M.S., amirite?

Previously:

Becca in India: Single-Speed Bike Loom

Misguided 90′s angst lives on in the Dolores Park Men’s bathroom.

Previously:

Dolores Park To Close

Save Dolores Park! With Internet Rage!

He’s back already, wizard staff and all. On top of that, here he is peacefully talking shop with a competitor, the special-brownie hippie lady (SBHL). All is well in the world again. Dogs and cats, living together, mass hysteria.

Previously:

The End Of An Era In Dolores Park

San Francisco newcomer Alexia Tsotsis observes that there’s nothing so incongruous as a hipster at a Costco. SF rules!! Link.

Many Machines identifies this find by local blogger S. Pigeon as a rope swing atop Billy Goat Hill in the outer reaches of Da Noe. (Or is it Lower DH?)

Anyway, who wants to run up there and risk grim death with me? Link.

“If god told me to shit on the moon, I’d shit on the moon!”    
- Wild dude eating McDonald’s and preaching to some gutter punk kids.

Quinn DeVeaux and the Bluebeat Revue bring you back to the time when no one would take your seriously unless you had three hot chicks with long gloves singing backup and pantomiming lyrics. Singer Viola Viola, in particular, has a serious case of high-on-life. You’ll know exactly who I’m talking about when you see her. Revolution Cafe, 22nd and Bartlett. 9pm, no cover, tip lots.

The Nice Guy Trio will be playing their own arrangements of tunes by local composers and songwriters of all genres, including Marcus Shelby, Meklit Hadero, Aaron Novik, Dina Maccabee, and Dave Ricketts. The Red Poppy Art House on 23rd and Folsom. 8pm, $10-15 cover.

Everyone’s favorite yodelin’ Japanese-immigrant cowboy Toshio Hirano will be performing his monthly gig at the Rite Spot Cafe on 17th and Folsom. Ask him about how much he loves Jimmie Rodgers, and be prepared to have your ass charmed off. 9-12am, no cover, tip the man.

Aw hell, why am I even bothering to post today? You are all probably on your way to the park with a Rhea’s sandwich and a six pack of blue-ribbon-winning beer.

Our blogosphere comrade generic1 was held up by gunpoint a couple of days ago, and couldn’t get the police to show up to take his report. So the next day he walked right up to an Oakland Police Officer in the same area he was assaulted, and this guy flat out refused to take his report.

If you read the full story, the officer in question probably wasn’t trying to be a dick; it’s just policy. But still, if someone says, “hey, I was held up by gunpoint here,” shouldn’t that take priority?

Full scoop here, which includes interesting details like the fact that apparently cops are as addicted to their iPhones as I am.