Local Livejournal user Honey Jets tells us about a busy night out in a 2-block area of the Mission:

Elisa and Jane met me at Jono’s place at about 5:30. I put my shoes on while we watched Jojo’s video on Vimeo, and then we headed toward the Make-Out Room. Jane had to wait in line for a while to get her hand stamp, so Elisa and I walked around trying to figure out where to eat. Elisa didn’t want anything greasy or fried or containing dairy, so Wes Burger was out, Mission Chinese was out, Escape from New York was out, and F.O.B. Kitchen was out. We settled on Mateo’s. Jess met us there. I ran into Amy and a friend on my way to the salsa bar and we talked about meeting at Doc’s Clock after. On our way out of Mateo’s we ran into Omar and a friend, and we caught up for about half a block. At Make-Out Room Jonathan Richman was pretty good, and we ran into Joe. During the break, Joe and I talked outside about how he, me, Jess and Will had all been in Nashville recently. I told my “P.G. band” story, and he told me a cool story about how English people are different from Americans. After the encore, Jess and I headed for the New Mission. At the bar we ran into Mike and chatted for a minute, mostly about how good he is at his job. Upstairs we waved at Dave and Atousa who were in the row in front of us. Wild Beasts was as gnarly as promised, if not gnarlier. Terror Tuesday rules. After the movie we said bye to Mike, and then to Jess who went home to go to sleep. We joined up with Dave’s friend Brendan and went to Doc’s. Kevin was there already and we talked for a minute about how the new Doc’s is pretty good. Dave and company had gotten a table, so I joined them and we talked about the movie, at length. Dave and Atousa bickered a little (in a cute way) about fried chicken, we talked about plans for Friday, and then I strolled home, and ‘grammed an arty photo of the median on Guerrero in the moonlight.

I think it’s supposed to be a throwback to posts like this and this from July 2011, which in turn were I think some kind of homage to our dear departed Janebook.

Read on for a brief epilogue about the following morning. (And do go to all those restaurants, and do check out Amy’s blog about the Mission and Omar’s cookies and Mike’s Terror Tuesday lineup and new Doc’s Clock.)

I’ve worked a few doors in recent years, and it always baffles me when people are baffled by a $5 cover. Bands and DJs and door people and bar backs and bartenders work hard. Don’t freak out, just pay the little $5, right?

P.S. Remember Jane Parton?

Janebook wonders what qualifies in our interesting neighborhood:

But the fifth or sixth instance you hear some guy talk about moving weed like he’s performing life-saving organ transplants with surgical instruments he hand-whittled out of Mendocino redwoods …I can’t. I just can’t. I also find it adorable how they always faux-wistfully wish they had “a regular job.”

As someone with a menial “regular job,” I’m just gonna come right out and say I’d way fucking rather make five times as much doing something illegal — and I totally have options for doing that, but 9 out of 10 of them I’m sure involve donning patent leather and stepping on some dude’s nutsack, which I definitely don’t have the stomach for.

Would you have the stomach for it? Or are you wholly content with your “regular job”?

[Photo via Chinkerfly]

2010

• Public radio dreamboat Ira Glass tagged a wall in what appeared to be some sort of viral marketing scheme for This American Life
• Janebook lamented about lame-o craigslist Mission rooms for rent, what with their no-boyfriends policies, weekly house meetings, and fucking chore wheels

2009

• Chicken John tried to sell his warehouse, but apparently he’s still there organizing Dolores Park vomiting parties
• The Ghostbusters moved to the Mission, ditched the hearse for a more economical station wagon

2008

• The droids you weren’t looking were muralized to promote “Iron Rich Foods”
• Phat Philly, the best place to score some imported Tastykakes, opened. Do their onion rings still kick ass?

2007

• Somebody couldn’t wait to get to the park and did 7 whippits on the J Church
• Mother nature left some unintentional dead rat street art

[via Janebook]

I’m a little late to the game with the whole Kreayshawn kreayze, but that hasn’t stopped other notables from weighing in (“Godawful. Another white girl from the ‘burbs trying to act hard. Kesha with a bluntwrap”).  Nor has it stopped Kreay-Kreay from venturing out of Oakland to hang out in our hip little Mission district for the obligatory Thrift Town rack dive and jaunt through Clarion Alley.  Did she buy the same rainbow-vomit sweater you sold there last week?

Link.

[Thanks J-man!]

Janebook had hypothesized that it would. Here’s what actually happened:

Yesterday Aaron got me a MateVeza, that yerba maté IPA I anticipated as a replacement to Four Loko. Unfortunately it has two fatal flaws: (1) it’s so hoppy that it kind of tastes like cured meat, which is weird, (2) although I definitely felt the maté buzz, it’s not alcoholic enough to get me drunk. There’s a big difference between 7% and 12%. Ah well, it was definitely worth trying.

Bummer! Good effort though, Janebook. Read on for more about Jane’s weekend.

Or check out our big IPA discussion from last week.

Janebook points us to this beauty in the window at the salon next to Yamo. Jane says she hopes somebody she knows gets this ‘do done.

I think it would be way doper (and more timely) to get the half-built new Bay Bridge instead:

Right?

[Bridge construction photo by Dave R]

It’s true too. We checked with her management company AND her Twitter. AND her Tumblr. It’s true. Janebook doesn’t lie.

Anyway, I’m sorry I missed it. I hear her new stuff is dope.

Whoa! Epic!

Did a crazy celebrity shout this in a TV interview this morning, or did a crackhead shout it near 17th and Capp last night?

Janebook has the answer here.

[via Janebook, who tagged this item "KRESHNA KOUMA KEEPS IT REAL"]

Janebook all but confirms it:

Jane: What are you doing tonight, want to go to that warehouse show?
Joe: Probably just going to Homestead. Gotta stay in the Mission, big day tomorrow.
Jane: Ooooh, what’s happening tomorrow?
Joe: Me and that guy Dan got some acid.

Huzzah! Let’s get fucked up!

[Photo by O.G. Old English]

Janebook is about to rile you up:

Earlier today I was totally distracted and left my phone on top of a paper towel dispenser in the restroom at the Public Library on 24th Street. Realized a few minutes later, ran back down to look for it and it was gone. I went to ask the lady at the desk if anyone had turned it in and she said nobody had turned anything in that day. Honestly I wasn’t expecting anything so I wasn’t too surprised, just assumed someone had taken it, and was at least consoled by the fact that, were this the case, they wouldn’t gain much from selling it as it’s a first generation iPhone that’s three years old and has a shattered screen among myriad other problems. So imagine my surprise when I get home and go on Facebook to see that two of my friends have messaged me saying that a guy called them saying he found my phone and wants to return it. So I call the guy, arrange to meet up with him. He’s incredibly nice, refuses to take the reward money I offer him, but here’s the fucked up part. He tells me that after he found it, he tried to turn it in at the front desk of the library, but the lady told him “I’m busy right now. Just take it.”

Yo, that’s fucked up! Either the SFPL needs to hold a bake sale so they can afford to hire some decent people, or dudes are going to ever-crazier lengths to meet Jane in person. Read on.

[Photo by Carina]

I love that David Bowie song “Modern Love,” but I think it’s time Janebook and her pals produce a remix, incorporating some of the decidedly even more modern stuff seen here, in this excerpt from a post called “The Modern SF Love Story”:

K: We should write the modern love story:  a tale full of riveting texts, unbelievable tweets, and dive bars with views of Tecate waterfalls.

J: Long afternoons in Dolores Park, gossiping about people sitting 20 feet away. The buzzing of exterior gates at 2:43am.

K: 1964, the big Royal Ball. Epic battles between track bike riders and people with vintage city bikes.

J: A duel outside of Pop’s in the late summer afternoon heat…

K: … people watching in suspense from the windows of St. Francis.

J: Two lovers separated in a sea of Debaser flannel.

That’s how it ends. Super poetic. But the beginning is great too. Read it all.

[Photo by Carina]

The Denim Maven, one of our favorite tipsters, tells us NYC-based Freeman’s Sporting Club is about to open up its third shop, at 18th and Valencia in the space recently vacated by Amore Animal Supply. From the Freeman’s “about” page:

F.S.C. was established to pay tribute to the vanishing art of American handmade goods, the quality and durability inherent to something made by skilled artisans. These tenets form the foundation on which Freemans Sporting Club is built.

Based on 18th and 19th century sutleries, which were expeditionary general stores that offered the paramount essentials to settlers and soldiers. F.S.C. offers a roughly hewn yet refined reinterpretation of this bygone era, one in which a man’s garments were made to be both functional and long lasting.

Sounds like a good fit for a modernified frontier city like SF!

Note: When I first read “Freeman’s Sporting Club” in the subject of the D. Maven’s email, I was sooo hoping it had something to do with ping pong. Alas.

UPDATE: Jane dug up some better pics than the one above:

These are from their current Lookbook which seems to be based off of Mission Stereotypes. There are many more, but here’s ‘skater/tagger,’ ‘bike messenger’ and my personal favorite ‘yuppie DILF.’ LMAO. These folks already have the Jane seal of approval.

http://www.freemanssportingclub.com/sites/www.freemanssportingclub.com/files/images/TB_FSC_LOOKBOOK_1_0_5.preview.jpg

http://www.freemanssportingclub.com/sites/www.freemanssportingclub.com/files/images/TB_FSC_LOOKBOOK_10.preview.jpg

http://www.freemanssportingclub.com/sites/www.freemanssportingclub.com/files/image

Good work, Jane!