Mission Mission

Oliva sends in another tree mishap on 22nd and Folsom:

Now, how the frank are we expected to move our vintage Volkswagen bugs when they’re all covered with fallen trees?

Well, yeah:

(Sorry about that)

SMASH!

Fallen tree near 17th and Guerrero.

Thanks to Afonso for the pic.

UPDATE: Brittney G. takes better photos than I do:

(Photo by westbymidwest)

Yes, that’s a 12-foot bubble soaring high over Dolores Park. When it finally hit a tree, its remains drenched an unsuspecting pack of tourists. DRENCHED.

Check it out, another Tumblr blog featuring cell phone pictures of weird shit on the streets of San Francisco. This one’s somewhat unimaginative name is SF Shots, and last week (Shark Week, appropriately enough) they came across this: a god damn shark draped across the top of a trash bin at 16th and Valencia.

Burrito Justice today delivers a gripping survey of trees in the Mission. First some history, and then they identify a whole array of present-day Mission-dwelling trees. Pretty pictures!

Know Your Trees

Sexpigeon has the scoop:

Q: Why does Rainbow have such a meager selection of condoms?
A: Because Rainbow is for pussies.

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"I eat hipsters for breakfast"

In spite of the fact this video was upload by KQED 8 months ago and is not Mission-related, I am posting it anyways.  Besides, is it really a stretch to think about how awesome it would have been to be mauled by a 13-foot tall bear running 40 miles-per-hour while you were riding a camel to get a burrito?  Yeah, I didn’t think so.

Go watch KQED QUEST: Ice Age Bay Area.  Your boss won’t mind; it was 12 minutes you were not going to spend working anyways.

A reader, Ellen, reports that there is an interesting odor at the corner of 23rd and Folsom:

Well I noticed that it is that time of year when the corner at 23rd and Folsom St. smells like male ejaculate… If you think I am being nuts, go stand there and take a whiff for yourself.  It totally smells like jizz.  It has something to do with the trees growing on that street and it happens every year for a few weeks over June-July.

While I personally cannot verify this, our very own Allan Hough claims to have “heard tales of the jizz tree before.”