Mission Mission

If someone throws hearts up on the phone lines in your neighborhood it means there’s a drug dealer with a crush nearby.

Photo by Silicon Valley executive and Mission blogger Brian Frank.

Local chamber-pop (a thing) band Foxtails Brigade posted this totally precious xmas-themed music video a couple days ago and it already has 12,000 views! Check out these mopey San Franciscans if you’re into stuff that’s totally cute.

This blog Bad Looks is pretty mean spirited, but the photography is so good it almost elevates these so-called “bad looks” to something more. I like it.

Artist Isaac Bader posted this image on our Facebook wall and asked for some help:

Can anyone recommend a venue or individual who might be interested in helping me find a home/homes for four paintings This work is very specific to my time living and working in the Mission and I would be so happy to show in the neighborhood sometime soon. Any recommendations or referrals would be greatly appreciated! Thanks!

Dude, I totally want to visit a dreamworld ghost town where Cine Latino sits adjacent to the LAC/Boogaloo’s building.

Mission St.

This extra-minimal BART map shirt is my favorite item on Burrito Justice‘s list, but there are a bunch of other great finds as well. Check it out.

The Cuts! You remember those guys, right? From like six or seven years ago? Greg Cartwright produced their debut album I think! What a treat! What a poster! Oldies Night on New Year’s Eve!

RSVP and invite your friends!

And here’s a little something to tide you over ’til the 31st:

[via Primo]

After noticing this Bender’s patron’s intense focus and agressive stance, we conducted a short interview to learn more about this bit of pinball tachnique that we all intuit but we never really think too hard about.  Watch:

http://vimeo.com/34037924 

Sexpigeon explains his new habit:

Girls, especially, like to say this: “Back in the day you used to get dressed up to travel. It was a big deal.” Emphatic pauses before “big” and “deal.” Emphatically blank pauses in which you are supposed to sketch a golden age of propriety. I have taken to wearing a tie while traveling. Yes, I am aging, my hair rapidly thinning, my jowls just getting started on what promises to be a truly plutocratic sag—but still, I do my part. I am a man of a certain age and I am riding an airplane. You get to a certain age and you start making peace with airplanes in ways that surprise you.

Read on for the dramatic conclusion.

Wow.

(Thanks, Lindsey!)