Mission Mission

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[via Meesha]

SF Gate was on the scene for their San Francisco debut:

Kelvin Quinnine has shivered through more San Francisco nights than he can count, fog biting through whatever worn-out sleeping bag he pitched onto the sidewalk.

He stood last week on Ellis Street with his latest bag wrapped around him. When a young woman wearing a bizarrely baggy coat walked up to him, he cocked his gray-bearded head sideways.

“It’s a coat for the homeless that turns into a sleeping bag at night,” 22-year-old Veronika Scott said brightly. She held an edge out to him. Quinnine pinched it.

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(Thanks, Colleen!)

[Photo by Noah Berger / SF Chronicle]

It’s nice to see hand sanitizers popping up outside bodegas around the Mission (like this one on Folsom) and I suppose it makes sense to advertise another sanitization product on it, since you’re already thinking of germs anyways. Cell phone sanitization makes perfect sense, because we’re all constantly pressing them to our gross faces, and let’s be honest, who hasn’t dropped their cell phone in the toilet at the Uptown, amiright?

(Thanks, Chris!)

JB’s bike was stolen yesterday. Pictured above, it has a black deep V to Suzue carbon hub, Deda oversized bullhorns, and a black Thomson post. If you’ve seen it, holler at him or us!

[Photo by John Reiss]

I was going to call this the raddest junkyard in the city, but then I realized it might be the only junkyard in the city.  Whatever, it’s still rad as hell to rush by on a train:

When the city is done with you and finally ready to spit you out, this is where you inevitably end up.  If you’re the Brave Little Toaster, that is.  There’s probably also something poignant to say about human waste, but I’ll leave that to the poets in the comments.

The whole set after the jump.

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Looks like someone had a good reason to celebrate at Dolores Park this past weekend.

[picture/title/caption via reader Adam (we are officially obsolete)]

It’ll be a while still (as you can see), but it’s gonna happen. Mission Local reports:

La Rondalla owner Carlos Barrios was in his early 30s when he took over his parents’ restaurant in the late 1980s to run it for 20 years. If things go as planned this fall,  he’ll hand the management over to his two daughters. Already, he’s transferred the ownership to their names.

“I’m not going to be around forever,”  said Barrios who recently suffered a seizure. Although he wants to be involved in the restaurant as much as possible, doctors have told him to take it easy so it will be Betty Barrios, 25, and her 23-year-old sister Luna who take over.  They hope to have the restaurant open by late November or early December.

Between now and then, there’s plenty to do.

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[via cellybrain]

American Tripps is back again already! RSVP and invite your friends here!

Here are some pictures from last time, shot by local photographer Allison Donlevy:

See the whole gorgeous album here.

Reader K-Mack (not pictured) has some advice for the gals regarding the recent rash of purse thefts in the Mission:

brockets ladies. brockets. i sew a little pocket into my bra to store money and id. no one is gonna steal that shit there unless you are letting everyone feel you up. if youre boobs are above a b cup- you can also make another one for your phone. or keep a case on your phone and store in the side of your bra. ive been doing it for years after growing up in philly and getting regularly jacked. keep lame shit in your purse you wont miss and rad stuff in the bra. works every time.

also dont put your phone in your bra without a cover or fabric case of sorts. i had a ton of fun in the sprint store figuring out my phones were shorting out from boob sweat. and no, i dont have profusely sweaty boobs. [link]

Thanks, K-Mack!

[Photo by Blythe Keller]