Mission Mission

Walker Dukes is one of my new favorite serial contributors to the Mission District Flickr pool.  I could go on about why I like his stuff, but I’ll just let some of my favorites do the talking.

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I’ve been really digging packlercat’s “Twilight” photo album this morning.  This fire dance scene was particularly interesting: not only did he snap a bunch of cool shots but I noticed that they only people enjoying this spectacle where people with cameras in front of their eyes.  I know everyone wants to be the Ansel Adams of Dolores Park, but it’s getting to be a rare day I peep a cool scene without a million urban tourists spoiling it with flash photography.  When is “kill your dSLR” going to become the counter-culture cause du jour?  Can I join the party?

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Mind blown.

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Some 6th grade teacher was clearly grading sticker tags last week.  Although I was not too impressed with this particular piece, anything assessed to be worthy of the esteemed “four spiders” designation deserves some props.

The problem with working from home is that it is not often that I get to immerse myself beyond Capp/24th/Valencia/Dolores.  Sarah Palin’s “real Mission.”  I’ve started meandering around the side streets of the Mission these days (besides, the smell of Ritual makes me nauseous) and it turns out that there is some interesting shit street art graffiti going on out there.

Theresa spotted this on the Pop’s window and sent it our way.  So now we have sticker taggers sniping at each other?  What is this?  The SF Weekly?

Sara spotted these two mannequins, likely victims of a sociopath-in-training, just chillin’ at Mission and 14th yesterday.

Previously: What’s Up with Art Students and Dismembered Bodies?

I was one of the many people who were mortally crushed when our own goddamn city cracked down on the delicious nectar of Sparks.  Great memories, such as pounding back 3 of these bad boys between 7 stops on the Green Line in Boston before seeing Snakes on a Plane (result: I was constantly hissing for 90 minutes in the theater, which I guess is risk-taking behavior), seemed like they were being robbed from me and future generations of completely irresponsible 20-somethings.  Luckily SFoodie, the best blog of all time, has both delivered and reviewed a formula for “Bathtub Sparks.” The result? “This is the best day of my life.”

What are your favorite Sparks memories?  Don’t tell me in the comments, because I don’t give a fucking shit.

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We Built This City peeped this bit of nonsense at 23rd and Guerrero.  What is it about sticking a pen into a sidewalk that makes people’s minds melt and put together two awesome yet completely unrelated words?