Mission Mission

[via MCF on Instagram]

And here’s a version aligned by bike. (Might be a bit jumpy for some — I suggested starting at the front wheel.)

Says our pal Amanda:

90210 NO YOU DIDN’T!

Adds Amanda:

I can’t figure out what Priestly was doing, but he was having his photo taken with a fan outside the Elbo Room and then was later setting up in front of Mission Cheese

UPDATE:  And here’s Jason Priestley cheesing it up with his crew:

(Thanks Jason C. for the pic!)

If you’ve always wondered what a soul version of “Holiday in Cambodia” might sound like, now’s your chance to find out!

A tipster tells us she was just seen buying a bunch of stuff at Self Edge, our local denim purveyor (which, incidentally, is having a special tintype photography event tonight in collaboration with Photobooth). The tipster indicates that it sounds like her plan is to spend the day in the Mission. Keep your eyes peeled!

SFist reports the tragic news that neighborhood icon Virginia Ramos, the Tamale Lady, is no longer allowed to sell her delicious tamales at Zeitgeist due to city codes and regulations and her lack of a permit. This is a serious bummer. Read on for more details from the Tamale Lady herself.

According to her Twitter, Tamale Lady is planning to have her 60th birthday celebration at the Eagle Tavern instead this year. If you have any ideas on how she can sell her tamales in the city legally, reach out to her there, or party with her at the Eagle on the 21st.

What an outfit, right? Primo is such a FUN GUY!

(And his cat art show, currently up at Four Barrel, is just as excellent.)

He also tells the story about the first time he ever met Jay:

I first met Jay when he was 17 years old. He booked us a gig at Barristers, the line up was The Spaceshits, Deadly Snakes and Reatards. When we showed up in Memphis it looked like a ghost town. Skid Marks (drummer of the spaceshits) has always  been a magnet for scum bags and immediately befriended a one armed man who had just come out of prison. They disappeared in search for some weed.

When Jay showed up he told me that he had just gotten engaged to be married. He also apologized about the lack of people at the show in advance, the reason was simple… “everyone hates us in this town.”  There were 4 people in the audience that night, Greg Oblivian and the dudes from Impala. But the show went on and it was great fun. Later that night everyone went to Greg’s house to hang and listen to records and Carson Binks (Legend of San Fran), Skid Marks and I decided to go for a Memphis adventure with Jay.

We drove around crazy ghettos in search of drugs. All we wanted was a little weed, none of us wanted any of the countless crack offers not even Jay. We parked at a gas station for some cigarettes and when we were getting back into the car i remember all these crack heads coming out of nowhere asking me for a smoke. They were crawling towards us like true zombies and even continued to follow the car in slow motion as we drove away. It really felt like George A. Romero was somewhere around the corner. Jay spoke of these crackheads with a sense of pride which was followed by pure hatred. He was really into showing us the nitty gritty of his city.

Read on!

[Photo via Pork Magazine]

This babe is DJing the big American Tripps party this Saturday night at 19 Heron, and I took this pic of her a few weeks back and I’m very proud of it, just thought you should know.

UPDATE: Bonus! Interview with DJ JustStella over on SFist!

Our pal Teddy recently embarked on a completely scientific exploration of the typical dispositions felt by San Franciscans versus New Yorkers, and if you’ve ever lived in both places, you’ll probably share a few of these sentiments.  Check out the whole thing here.