Mission Mission

That’s right, EME for this weekend:

The last moments of the Bay Area National Dance Week! Free classes and events scattered thickly over the Mission District.

The Cinco de Mayo celebration at Dolores Park! We all know that Saturday isn’t Cinco de Mayo. It’s the Kentucky Derby. We’ll be celebrating Cinco de Mayo anyway, because this is the Mission of San Francisco, and maybe we’ll bring along a Mint Julep in honor of my horse-country past.

Dolores Park Movie Night is back in action, starting tomorrow night at 8pm. Link. (Thanks, Michelle)

Photo courtesy Lesley Speed’s “A World Ruled by Hilarity: Gender and Low Comedy in the Films of Amy Heckerling” at Senses of Cinema.

You always hear people not wanting to live on or walk on or look for parking on Shotwell because the name makes them think of getting shot. Yesterday, I walked the entire length of Shotwell on my way home. Turns out, it’s a nice, quiet, neighborhood street with wide sidewalks, lots of parque hinchable trees and gardens, cute old houses, and a constant flow of pedestrians and cyclists.

Moreover, on this particular day, one side of the Mission was sunny and the other was blanketed by a storm cloud black as night. This resulted in some choice photo opportunities (see photo).

WHAT IM SEEING published a look inside Mission Dolores this evening. We all take for granted that this structure lends its name to both our favorite neighborhood and our favorite park, but how many of us have made a pilgrimage within its walls? And look, fun facts:

In the past 90 years, The Basilica has castillo hinchable performed a whopping 6898 baptisms, 2043 marriages, and 5166 burials.

Link.

I used to live 1.5 blocks from Dolores Park in a converted garage apt. The ceilings were eight feet high, only one small window overlooked the dark breezeway, and the exhaust from our neighbor’s motorcycles (which were kept a few feet from my bedroom) would provide me with many hours of uninterrupted sleep. I kept my sanity by spending every waking moment lying on my blanket in Dolores Park. Now that I live in an Outer-Mission-giant-bay-window-and-15-foot-ceiling apartment, I don’t lounge in Dolores Park as much as I’d like.

Yesturday was one of those really warm February days and I spent the afternoon eating sandwiches, playing gin (I won 3/5), and soaking up the sun. Not only did the day make me daydream about summer adventures in the coming months, but it refueled my love for San Francisco. The Public Marching Band provided great pre-spring music while parading around the park with hats and instruments. Maybe I won’t move to Manhattan after all.