How did they manage this? My fashion instincts say it’s just a bunch of fabric cores and some giant rubber bands, but my scientific proclivity wonders how they got all the bees out.
Uh oh. Too soon, way too soon. RIP Hayes Valley Farm Bees
[Photo from MissionCommunityMarket]
Or at least it should be. Then we could all take photos that look as cool as those of Walter Dukes.
Do yourself a favor and click through to the large version for a psychedelic view from Dolores Park without the truffles.
UPDATE!!! Just noticed this crazy version too of the same scene!
Previously:
Some mystery bombadier seems to be pelting random passerby with barrages of eggs as they make their way down Valencia approaching Pica Pica, that newish Venezuelen place across the street from Little Star. My buddy Eric described his first encounter:
Heading home from practice, I started to notice this peculiar smell, like it was breakfast or something. Then I saw that it was emanating from this huuuuuge pile of broken eggs on the sidewalk. At that moment, I felt something whoosh past my face . . . sure enough, an egg. I looked across the street to see who was throwing them, but didn’t catch anyone, so I just got out of there as fast as I could.
Then, a few days later, I’m walking down the same street and this girl about 10 paces ahead of me gets nailed out of nowhere. I hurry up to get out of range before the ambusher can reload, but I still can’t tell where they’re coming from. Be careful when you’re getting arepas!
Does anyone have any idea would could possibly be motivating this dairy-hurling poultry-slinging villain? Any word on if they’re organic or cage free?
[Photo by Craig Hunter]
It’s always a fun time when a new gallery opens in the neighborhood, and tonight promises to be no exception as Gallery Hijinks makes its debut on the Mission art scene. The fun starts at 7pm tonight and features two different yet enticing exhibitions.
Pictured above is the offering from the Free Life Center, a large scale freestanding installation crafted from salvaged building materials that can be modularly configured for a variety of purposes, kind of like that parklet on 22nd Street, but will probably just end up getting hotboxed. Looks like it was pretty fun to put together, though!
For a more visceral experience, check out Jerking Off In Bunkbeds for a collection of photos that will leave you feeling dried up, empty and ready to molest life! Anytime you get the chance to come away with a new book called Fingerbanging Amelia Earheart, you really just have to do it.
The gallery opening is from 7-10pm tonight, and musical performances will be happening on Saturday from 6-9pm at this exciting new space on 2309 Bryant at 21st Street. Did I mention that the TCB Courier dudes are also involved in this project? Seriously, bike messengers and art together at last, and unbeatable combination. Check it out tonight!
Anyone who commutes down Valencia or Market on the regular no doubt has come across this fellow at one time or another. How could you possibly miss his grey grizzled flowing beard and locks, or his duct-taped battletank of a Schwinn Sapphire that he pedals around so furiously?
This morning I finally decided to say a little more than “what’s up?” and managed to have quite a nice rolling conversation with the guy (I’m sure the fact that I was wearing the exact same jacket helped too), starting on Valencia at around 17th and lasting all the way to the end of Market. Here’s a paraphrased transcript of our “interview” while in motion:
On how long in the biz:
I’ve been a bike messenger in SF for 35 years. The last 28 of those years have been on this Schwinn Sapphire, except for about 3 months when it was stolen in the Mission. Luckily, a friend spotted it about 3 months later at Bay and Gough. The jerks couldn’t even get the U-lock off (they had cut through a skinny pole to which it had been attached to get it), so they just dumped it!
On Critical Mass:
It all started when a bunch of drunk bike messengers got tired of SF police handing out $20 tickets to cyclists all the time for bullshit minor offenses, like not putting your foot down at a stop sign. $20 was a big chunk of your take home pay way back then, so they decided to shut down some key intersections around the city and show the cops they couldn’t just fuck with them. Seems to have gotten their attention.
All the other bicycles cleared out real fast when they saw what it did to that first bike.
As the legend of the Mission Burrito is retold around the world, it stands to reason that crafty international entrepeneurs will begin recognize its potential as an All-World meal talent fit for any palate. Such is the case in Oxford, UK, where ravenous chaps can now satisfy their hunger at THE MISSION Mexican Grill.
Checking their website, it appears that they’ve got the right idea with offerings of carnitas, adobo asada, and a grilled veggie burrito that sounds suspiciously Papalotian. Nonetheless, I’m not sure if you can ever really trust the British when it comes to food, especially if their idea of a cheesesteak is any indication.
Of course, you can’t question their enthusiasm, as evidenced by the crazed expression on their chief taco chef’s face in addition to some choice quotes from their website:
Our expert burrito makers will entertain while they serve – it’s quite an art, so our staff are trained to be the best of the best.
Try our extra hot salsa, if you dare! Made with Dorset Naga’s, the world’s hottest chillies – our chef has to wear a mask when making it!
As for price, it seems as though all the burritos are in the 5-pound range (woah, that just gave me a crazy idea–stay tuned!), which comes out to around $8 US–sure, pricier than El Farolito and Cancun, but less expensive than Papalote. Not so bad for a land where a sandwich can easily set you back fifteen bucks!
[Photos and Scoop by MM reader Keith--thanks again!]
Previously:
Guten Tag! Mission Burritos in Berlin!
I was wondering what those lanes on the sides of Valencia were supposed to be used for. For all we know, they could have been meant for Segways. One of the painters suggested to me, “You should take that home and paint it on your wall.” Thanks for the idea! I just might do that! I think he was joking, though, because then he wouldn’t give it to me.
Previously:
Civic Center has one. Embarcadero too. Hell, even the Castro and Noe Valley have their own! Fortunately, the arbitrary injustice that prevented the Mission from holding its own farmer’s market ends this Thursday. Formerly available only to those unafraid of braving the underground and its ridiculously long line, the Mission Community Market makes its long-awaited debut this Thursday from 4-8pm at Bartlett Street between 21st and 22nd.
And it promises to be more than just a mere famer’s market, offering live music, mural painting, craft vendors, and even Capoeira! Think of it as an organic, edible indie mart with a taste of traditional Mission culture thrown in, along with food carts from the La Cocina stable (and plenty of snarky Mission bloggers). While some have pondered whether we really even need another farmer’s market in SF, allow me to be frank in my reply: As if! Let’s hope this ambitious weekly event becomes another fine Mission institution!
Back when the Armory was still an armory? Favorite comment so far:
how the hell did you get old cars to park there…oh wait nevermind.
Woodward between 14th and Duboce, 1976
[Photo by Dave Glass]
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