Mission Mission

It’s gonna be just like their bread! Eater SF explains:

[T]hey’re working with Oakland’s Linden Street Brewery on a batch of beer made from leftover Tartine bread yeast, which may eventually show up on the drink menu.

Read on.

[Photo by Mr. Eric Sir]

I wish everybody could’ve seen our buddy Carlos do “Common People” at karaoke last night. It was probably even better than Pulp doing it at Glastonbury in ’95.

[via The Minutes]

Our pal Virginia needs some emergency dental work, so it’s imperative we all make some purchases at her Etsy shop. She makes bags and clothes and zines and stuff, and it’s all good.

Goforaloop explains:

Goforaloop Gallery and Studios presents The Potluck Art Series, an ongoing event, taking place the second Thursdays of every other month. Goforaloop’s diverse artists draw from their unique inspirations, styles and personal narratives creating a intriguing balance between individualized tone and community dialogue. You are invited to explore their engaging new works over delicious wine, great tunes and lively conversation, making Goforaloop’s Potluck Art Series a satiating addition to your San Francisco arts calendar.

The place is tucked away in a far corner of the neighborhood, back behind Potrero del Sol – back behind Jack’s – so clearly we should do our karaoke pre-game here. RSVP and invite your friends.

[Map by Google Maps]

[via Pen Pop]

We’ve noticed more and more of these decommissioned parking enforcement vehicles around the neighborhood over the past year or so being driven by regular people like you and me.  In fact, most of the time they happen to be doing the opposite of parking enforcement, as this fellow here so clearly demonstrates.  However, not all Cushmans are created equal, as this well-kept example used to be in the service of the Bureau of Street Cleaning & Urban Forestry.

That’s right–the Department of Public Works used to have a Bureau of Urban Forestry.  I wonder what sort of forestry qualifies as “urban”?  But that’s not all!  Inside the cockpit (btw, someone definitely needs to open a bar in the Castro called the Cockpit), you’ll also find evidence of a celestial co-pilot.

Of course, I suppose that just means the devil is his navigator.

Previously:

San Francisco is Cushman Crazy

Mystery Cushman Spotted?

Mystery Drunken Golf Cart?

And this, ladies and gentlemen, is how we get tricycles.

Maybe, but maybe not, because this is pretty entertaining:

[via The Fog Bender]

[Photo by Dolores Park Works] [via Uptown Almanac]