Mission Mission

Spotted in The Roxie.

This is a good time to point out how awesome the Mexican flag is, according to local funnyman Sean Keane in this video:

Happy Cinco de Mayo, all.

I mean, hopefully they were unused. Or, really, does it make a difference?

Actually, I bet somebody on that Tenderloin Bingo card could find some way to make use of these. Damn, what I wouldn’t give to come across an orderly pile of RAZRs on BART.

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It’s Cinco de Mayo. Maybe you want to get the hell out of the neighborhood tonight and avoid the shitshow that is a bunch of bros cabbing in to celebrate the holiday? Perhaps you’ll consider hanging in the Tenderloin. If you do, be sure to play Tenderloin Bingo.

“Someone Wearing the Shirt You Gave to Goodwill Six Months Ago” might make it pretty tough to get a blackout, but I’m sure it’s still a fun game.

Also, are Tenderloin Unicorns real?

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Not that park you’re thinking of if you just glanced at the title, but nonetheless another important location in the neighborhood that Mission residents of many diverse cultures and proclivities all utilize cooperatively. I’m talking about Mission Playground, which is slated to close for renovation starting Monday May 9th and continuing well through 2012.

As it is, Mission Playground caters to the Latin American community by hosting epic soccer matches nightly, provides recreational activity for restless toddlers and a spot where couples actually trying to raise a kid instead of a dog can reliably go, and offers both basketball and tennis fanatics courts on which to get their game, among many others.

I’ll definitely miss the place, but hopefully it can come back from surgery better, faster, and stronger.  I wonder if the pool will stay open? At least we’ll still have the sunsets!

I always employ the former when pronouncing ‘Valencia Street,’ and as far as I can recall most other people do as well. So hopefully you can understand how taken aback I was upon hearing the auto bus stop announcement aboard Muni instead use the latter.  Now I’m all out of sorts over the matter.

If you think I’m foolish for even thinking about trusting Muni’s onboard speaker system, I point towards exhibit A:  its flawless rendition of Gough.   Surely it can’t be right in this case though?

I wonder if this has anything to do with yesterday’s 12-pack robbery at knifepoint. That bro sure bro’d hard.

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Mission Local reports:

The 37-year-old victim ended his picnic early and thirsty.

He was sitting in Dolores Park at 8:30 p.m. Wednesday when a 20-something male approached him, pulled out a knife and demanded a beer, police reported.

The suspect then decided he wanted more than one. He took the 12-pack and fled.

Wow, man. That’s a way better story than the thing I saw at Dolores Park last night. Watch your backs.

Read on.

[Photo by Paul Mison]

UPDATE: Our buddy Lindsey adds another perspective:

I can’t tell which kind of racism this is. Is it like, “All white are siiick, bro!” Or is it that all white people are sick in the head?

Or is it just a comment on how white people all have allergies and stuff all the time and black people somehow don’t?

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Just for today at least. As a way to get the students the bring up their low California Standard Test scores, the principal of Mission High (who may be the coolest principal ever) gave them a challenge: raise your scores, and you get one of the following — giant carnival with a dunk tank, famous chefs cooking school lunch, or the opportunity to film him dancing the macarena. The students chose wisely. SFoodie has the important details:

Frances: Lamb confit sandwich on brioche bun with asparagus-potato salad
Slanted Door: Chicken or vegetarian curry with rice noodles
Delfina: Lumachine (shell-shaped pasta) with Sunday Supper sauce
Bi-Rite: Barbecue brisket sandwich with coleslaw and potato salad

DAMN!!

Read more about how these kids are about to get down on some awesome lunch options while you and I chow down on our turkey sandwiches we made this morning while half asleep.

[photo by Uncle Lynx]