Mission Mission

Our customary SF loop bike ride was unexpectedly interrupted yesterday shortly after reaching the beach and turning South.  We were initially confused about the road closure–wasn’t Sunday Streets happening all the way down on 3rd Street in the Dogpatch instead?

Well, it appears that the wind and dunes here at Ocean Beach got a little jealous and conspired to have their own anti-car event by blanketing the roadway with enough sand to obstruct traffic. Check out all that it took to shut down the Great Highway this Sunday after the jump.

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(file photo, one block North of incident)

Kimberly wonders what was going on last night (Friday):

Last night, my friend and I were at 18th & Mission around 10:15 or so. Dude runs past – you always wonder why they’re running – he’s followed by a dude who shouts “I can keep running all night!” (Clearly it’s a cop in street clothes) Then the ENTIRE block is shut down by, like, 15 or 20 cop cars. No reports on it this morning. We almost got run over by a cop while crossing the street to get away.

Anyone have any additional info?

Today, Public Works turns into an underground farmers market again with another Night Market in collaboration with ForageSF. Live music, DJs, street performers, and delectable edibles — what better way to start your Saturday evening?

Saturday June 11th
11am-4pm: Take-homeables, hot food and gifts
6pm-12am: Hot food, Music

Location: Public Works, 161 Erie St, SF
Admission: $5 for day or night, $8 for both

Drinks Will Be Served
Ages 21+

There goes the neighborhood.

Reader Scott Cohen last night found there was nowhere to lock his bike outside the Phonebooth, so he locked to the digging bucket of this backhoe parked in the street. So resourceful!

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P.S. Did you know backhoes are also known as rear actors and back actors? Wild.

It was just about quitting time in the dusty Mission Mission offices when the bossman smacked this photo on my desk.

I was just about to type the final period to wrap up the case of a missing bike lock, but now this new mystery sat in the middle of my cluttered desk. I looked up at Allan. The late afternoon sun cut across his face, shading his eyes and illuminating the old unlit cigar butt that he had been chewing on since he staggered in that morning.

“What do you make of this?” he grumbled. “I caught it on my way back from lunch with a tipster. I don’t think anyone saw me take the picture, I’m good at looking like I’m just texting.”

“Yeah, you’re the best. That’s how you got where you are.” I mumbled, thinking about a carne asada burrito at El Farolito that had my name on it. It had been a long day, lots of commenters to quibble with, and I wanted to get out.

“Well, do what you do. I’ll be at Benders, in my booth. Bring it over when you’re done.” He popped the rest of the cigar into his mouth and swallowed, hard. Then he grabbed his hoodie and walked out the door.

Andrew, Vic and the rest were probably already at Benders. I was alone in the office. The sounds of Mission Street filled the darkening room. I sighed, reaching deep into my desk and pulling out a flask. I took a long pull of whisky as I switched on my green glass desk lamp. “This won’t end well,” I muttered to myself. I got to work. An hour later this was staring back at me:

Where this case goes from here is anyone’s guess.

The Bold Italic compares the city’s Bloody Marys, complete with cross-sectional illustrations. Almost half of them can be found in the Mission, including several past contenders of the Mission Mission Bloody Marython. It makes perfect sense that the city’s most vibrant neighborhood would be responsible for the best in the world’s most complex cocktail.

Says SF Appeal:

A community that came together to solve the problem of persistent graffiti at a neighborhood park celebrated the unveiling of a mural painted in the hope of staving off vandalism.

Potrero del Sol Park, which is a favorite among skaters and schoolchildren, is bordered by Buena Vista Elementary School and a building maintained by San Francisco General Hospital.

Taggers constantly targeted a wall of the hospital building, according to the city’s Recreation and Park Department. After hospital painters’ efforts to efface the wall were thwarted time and time again, the community rallied.

They rallied and came up with this pretty mural idea and got it funded and here it is. Buuut don’t those big, wide, bright white block letters look like they might be pretty inviting to taggers? Or is that the point? They’re daring neighborhood taggers to be complete and total dicks? So that when they take the bait, tougher measures later on will be perfectly justified? Or am I thinking too hard?

Read on.

[via Curbed SF]

[Photo by Mission Local]

SFist was there:

[I]f the scene we observed Tuesday evening was any indication, even the mothers with small children who frequent the park solely for wholesome jungle-gym purposes share something in common with the rowdy PBR-swilling, fixie-stacking folks to the north, who are fond of anarchist graffiti. They totally cut a hole in the fence within like 24 hours (not visible, at right), and then just went ahead and mowed down a section of the fence so they could get back in!

The question is, when they fence off hipster hill to fix the drainage later in the year, will us rowdy PBR-swilling, fixie-stacking folks trample the fence in order to sit in mucky grass like we usually do? Read on.

Cute, right? Oh, and look, it’s also an advertisement for an art opening! By local hero Kelly Malone! Here go some details:

Something Old, Something New, Kelly Malone’s first large solo show, consisting of one of a kind art pieces created from recycled woods, stencils, screen prints and moss. All pieces were created using recycled materials and inspired by photos, fabrics, stories and pieces from her grandparents and parents. Kelly used unique materials, as well trades/ crafts that have been taught from her family. Each piece has a personalized story, memory or item that gives homage to the art of handmade, 3 generations of makers in her family and how it has inspired her.

RSVP and invite your friends here.

(Thanks, Scum!)