Mission Mission

To be clear:

Heathers: The Musical is the darkly delicious story of Veronica Sawyer, the brainy and beautiful misfit who hustles her way into the most powerful and ruthless clique at Westerberg High: the Heathers. But before she can get comfortable atop the high school food chain, Veronica falls for the dangerously sexy new kid, J.D. When Heather Chandler, the Almighty, kicks her out of the group, Veronica decides to bite the bullet and kiss Heather’s aerobicized ass…but J.D. has another plan for that bullet.

Tickets and lots more info here.

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Next level shrimp chip animation right here. This piece is entitled: Love at first bite. 👯👀👅💦

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It was there a minute ago!

Here’s what this view used to look like:

I was speculating with Luke Spray of Roll Over Easy last night as to what will probably be erected in its place. We’re thinking probably affordable housing and some kind of organic farm, probably.

Here’s what the main entrance looked like:

Now it is a pit.

I saw the Strokes there once.

The only problem is, you’re gonna have to make them yourself. (Or befriend Ariel Dovas or his mom Barbara.) (I was out of town for their annual Hanukkah party this past year and it was a total bummer.)

This month Lucky Peach started a new series called We Love Mom, about great food our moms make. For each installment, they get a kid to write a little intro about one of their mom’s recipes, then they do a little Q&A with the mom and print the recipe.

Here’s part of Ariel’s intro to today’s piece about Barbara’s latkes:

I was born and raised in Santa Cruz, CA, and my mom and I moved to San Francisco’s Mission District in 1993, when I was thirteen. Despite the fact that she was a single mom who worked long hours, she made sure I always had a good meal. She is endlessly supportive, and a great model for being a caring, compassionate, nurturing yet powerful force in this world. And she’s just really fun.

No matter what we had in the kitchen—or didn’t—my mom saw an opportunity for a great meal. She was truly amazing at pulling together a balanced meal seemingly out of thin air. We ate eighties Santa Cruz hippie health food, and while other kids had things like cookies sweetened with things stronger than fruit juice, our food was our food, and I just kind of accepted that. For the most part, my mom’s food wasn’t flashy or showy; it wasn’t supposed to be. It was healthy, warm, comforting, and it was there when I was hungry. It’s still what I try to replicate when I cook for myself at home.

Read on for more more pics, Q&A with Barbara — and of course the recipe.

…and you remember to take a picture before you’re nearly finished eating:

They also do sausages — and sometimes ribs apparently.

20th and Hampshire.

Trippy, man.

Chalk Visions has a bunch more pics here.

I wrote a lot of it in Washington, DC, last fall, and recorded pretty much all of it on a beach in Queensland, Australia, earlier this year, so I’ve been thinking it didn’t have much to do with the Mission.

But I live most of my life here in the neighborhood of course, and I’ve been working on this blog most every day for years and years and years, so… you be the judge, if you want:

(I did a whole marathon of posts about music yesterday and then realized I hadn’t blogged about my own, so here you go, please enjoy.)

Yeahhhhhhhh!

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