Mission Mission

I was going to call this the raddest junkyard in the city, but then I realized it might be the only junkyard in the city.  Whatever, it’s still rad as hell to rush by on a train:

When the city is done with you and finally ready to spit you out, this is where you inevitably end up.  If you’re the Brave Little Toaster, that is.  There’s probably also something poignant to say about human waste, but I’ll leave that to the poets in the comments.

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There must be something absolutely alluring about this particular trash can at 15th and Valencia that makes it the detritus destination of choice for passerby despite the stark emptiness of its cohorts across the street.  Luckily, we were hipped to its widely regarded esteem when we noticed the gentleman walking ahead of us finish his coffee and, noting the fullness of the receptacle, nonetheless elected to toss his finished cup at the base of this bin rather than hold on for an extra 10 seconds and deposit it in the empty one across the street.

Surely there must be something magical about this garbage can that compels pedestrians to favor it over others even when at maximum capacity?  Unfortunately, an exhaustive search revealed no unicorns or leprechauns.

We did find an empty box of Lucky Charms, however.

Previously:

It takes a crane

Check out this sweet new parklet that just popped up in front of Fabric8, designed by Erik Otto. Built with recycled materials, it features planter boxes full of flowers, a color-changing light house, and four bean bag chairs. When completed, the parklet will serve as a neighborhood gallery of kid-friendly public art. Proposal sketches and more information are available here.

Who is that? There, at the top of the staircase. In the Black Flag shirt. Who is that?

The New York Times reports:

“Children need to encounter risks and overcome fears on the playground,” said Ellen Sandseter, a professor of psychology at Queen Maud University in Norway. “I think monkey bars and tall slides are great. As playgrounds become more and more boring, these are some of the few features that still can give children thrilling experiences with heights and high speed.”

We’re raising a generation of coddled wimps, people (except maybe our pal Elizabeth S., who lets her boys go to town on an uprooted, unstable, rusty piece of scrap metal — kudos, Elizabeth!) Read on. [via kottke]

[via The Minutes]

And just like that, those beloved clinical proclamations of nether regions are gone, only to be replaced by this vicious purple window monster.

UPDATE: The monster has moved.

Ever wondered what the inside of the Blue Macaw looks like? It was almost two years ago we first took a virtual look inside. And we’ve mentioned a couple of fun-sounding events since then. But has anybody actually gone inside yet?

I know you’re still curious. Tonight, you can find out at this show. Stay tuned for a follow-up post!

Holy shit. I guess this is kinda old, but back in February these crazy MFs scaled the Golden Gate Bridge, hung out for a while, took EPIC pictures, and left without getting caught (or sleeping with the fishes). Here’s a snip of their riveting tale:

I had a sure grip on the cable but could not pull my self up. My mind raced. I was about to lose my holy grail because I had let myself get out of shape. My partner in crime dropped from the rail in exhaustion and warned of approaching vehicles. Adrenaline kicked in and I willed myself onto the orange cable.  “Just go!” she yelled.

Read on at No Promise of Safety.

I always employ the former when pronouncing ‘Valencia Street,’ and as far as I can recall most other people do as well. So hopefully you can understand how taken aback I was upon hearing the auto bus stop announcement aboard Muni instead use the latter.  Now I’m all out of sorts over the matter.

If you think I’m foolish for even thinking about trusting Muni’s onboard speaker system, I point towards exhibit A:  its flawless rendition of Gough.   Surely it can’t be right in this case though?