Probably not. A man can dream, can’t he?
Probably not. A man can dream, can’t he?
In other shocking news, Mark McGwire took steroids.
It is comforting to know SF’s finest are keeping the streets safe for those just trying to catch a few Zs with the pigeons.
Even with the cones (mostly) gone, we are reminded of the temporary nature of existence. Those asphalt-filled areas will no doubt have to be properly cemented at some point in the future, requiring more cones, but in the meantime, here’s a rough vision of how your world may be one day, Mission-heads.
I don’t expect much of a Monday night.
But a friend was having a get together at Gestalt before returning to do the Lord’s work in Africa, so I dragged my butt out. It was a crazy night. The high point was when we followed some bumping music to the above Airstream camper parked in front of DoubleDutch.
When security from DD tried to tell the silver-trailer-dweller to turn his music down, the response was not positive. “You don’t come into my house and tell me how to live!” was part of the tirade.
The bouncer backed down.
“Organic vegan Mexican” is such a redundancy. Seriously, though, it’s blowing my mind, despite this totally eloquent explanation:
Gracias Madre is truly an expression of who we are – it represents our deep love of and reverence for food, our commitment to health and sustainability, our unconditional love for our multicultural family and community, our devotion to the Earth and the divine feminine, and our commitment to raising consciousness on the planet.
Blah blah blah, you love food – bring on the three sisters!
We’ve seen the aftermath before, but this before/after is impressive, no? More after the jump…
Continue reading Valencia Street Sinkhole
Spotted@ 19th & Mission Streets
With the Mission on the verge of getting its Valencia Street West sidewalk back between 16th and 19th Streets, reader Brian Stokle points us to this nifty Flickr set complete with drawings of how Valencia Street looked over the ages. According to brunoboris, with the latest round of modifications, the sidewalks will return to their original width. More after the jump…
Continue reading Valencia Street Lane Saga, 1925-2010
(spotted@ 16th Street BART.)
This sandwich board ad is a big, tall drink of WTF. Where to begin?
“Magical lingerie,” perhaps? (For men!) Or, how about “Squeem” as a name for a product line (slight handicapping for being a Brazilian company)?
If those don’t wake you up, we can take a look at the claim, “Get Fit Immediately.” And, finally, take a look at that model. Does he look like a candidate for a man-girdle? Is the Squeem thing-a-ma-bob “magically” re-distributing his spare tire into his pecs and biceps (or his…Johnson)?
(spotted@ Mission & 21st)
It looks to be true.
Delicious gooey blackness!
KevMo over at MissionMission points us to this melancholy yet joyful edit of Dia de los Muertos footage scored with “Hellhole Ratrace” by Girls. He also laments the overwhelming whiteness of the celebration in recent years. I think the video/music mix itself captures that duality.
For extra weirdness, check out the video creator’s other clip.
Valencia Street and 18th.
Made all the more urgent by the recent news that Alameda Point flea market is possibly shutting down, some locals are bringing a little bit of North London to San Francisco, beginning Saturday, November 7th, and happening every Saturday after that.
Organizers Barbara Billee & Siobhan are converting Sub-Mission gallery on Mission at 18th from a punk Latin club into a Casbah market for artisan goods. Admission will be free, and DJs, including Jonah Sharp, will be spinning throughout the day.
From an email to vendors:
We are veterans of Camden Market in North London and we’ve finally found the right venue to start a weekly market in San Francisco!
The gallery is large, with three connected interior spaces, a back patio for chilling and a killer sound system. The bar will open at noon.
We have room for fifty vendors: the pitch size is 6ft x 5ft, vendors will supply their own tables and display materials. The space has bathrooms, security, power outlets and a roof – perfect for year-round trading.
You wish you thought of that headline. This guy appreciated it when I dropped the pun on him:
UPDATE: It’s dead, Jim. Enjoy the medical pun industry which has just been given a shot in the arm.
Somewhere near Capp and 18th Streets.
And why have I never seen him in the neighborhood until yesterday?