Mission Mission

My friend Jed is looking for an apartment and got tipped off to some magical poetry found in the Mission District listings on Craigslist. It’s really hard to pick a favorite line.

$530 You get the bedroom. Have my space. (mission district) (map)

This is a nice and comfortable. This guy that you will live with doesn’t easily show his old injuries, but has chronic pain issues. Retired from the Fed Gov. I am easy and fair. Connected to No Religion +/= 420. I need someone that will use this mainly for Sleeping and Showering or Whatever; light cooking doesn’t bother! You Go to a good job on time and and pay your way! Then all will be peaceful, warm and COOOL. You will get my respect. If you read this and and you know someone who needs just a little daily smart advice and understands (been there done that). 54 and try me for a part-time father figure. I only do stuff part-time. I will file taxes in 2010. If you lived with me and were waiting for stimulus hum, it could happen. No diseases or tell me before I hand you Keys. Your share of rent is Negotiable. Do you like that? Big Daddy here.

San Francisco like Paradise. Eat drink and be merry with gay.
Phone number upon request. Move in date is Open. Come and see!

No Nosey’s . . .

In case it speaks to you, link.

Valencia sidewalks being put in!  Now’s the time to trace your initials into the cement.

Photo from Spots Unknown.

Fashion inspiration: “I guess right now: Zimbabwe militia, like an Elizabethan King, and the Black Panthers.”

I was going to get all animal rights on this photo, but I think it is best that I just keep my mouth shut and leave the bucket of red paint in the garage.

Fashionist has the whole story.

Yeah, this isn’t happening in the Mission, but they have tats, are wearing a hella cool tshirt, and look absolutely elated.  I love this photo.

Get the scoop on shirts at Endless Canvass.

(photo and post title by tkamenick)

Walker Dukes is one of my new favorite serial contributors to the Mission District Flickr pool.  I could go on about why I like his stuff, but I’ll just let some of my favorites do the talking.

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I’ve been really digging packlercat’s “Twilight” photo album this morning.  This fire dance scene was particularly interesting: not only did he snap a bunch of cool shots but I noticed that they only people enjoying this spectacle where people with cameras in front of their eyes.  I know everyone wants to be the Ansel Adams of Dolores Park, but it’s getting to be a rare day I peep a cool scene without a million urban tourists spoiling it with flash photography.  When is “kill your dSLR” going to become the counter-culture cause du jour?  Can I join the party?

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Mind blown.

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Went to Dolores Park today around 3:30 PM and happened upon a flash rave. I asked around and found out it was for a birthday party. A largely high school crowd with all the usuals in attendance: Hula-hoop man, Candy Kid, and the Goblin King of course.

At around 4:30 things took a perilous turn. The music silenced, and when the crowd finally stopped groaning we saw a number of paramedics marching up the 19th street entrance. Amidst the revelry a teenage girl had ODed, and was sprawled on her back across a blanket. Three paramedics set to work with a defibrillator and a stomach pump, and after 11 of the most gut-wrenching minutes I’ve had in an era, she came around. We last saw her loaded into the ambulance, which drove away North on Dolores. Who needs a drink?

Anyone else see anything?