Mission Mission

Local cyclist and shutterbug Leah was on a bike ride up north and stopped in a little town called Comptche, where they sell a product called ARAB GOLD. Nice find, Leah. Gotta get me some of that.

Looks like one of our beloved F Market cars broke free from it’s tracks, evolved a set of wheels, and headed for the big apple.

Here’s its baby picture.

[via minimalist steampunk star wars ukulele photo repository Boing Boing]

Honey In Yr Brain, in a post titled Why I Love Haight Street, shares a gem of an overheard conversation:

Fifteen-year old boy [...] to friend: Dude did you take the whippits out of his back pack?

Friend: No.

15 year old: Dude I fuckin’—…ugh I told you to grab them!…Now he’s going to do all of them with out us!

Bummer!

[Photo by Jonathan Clark]

Previously:

Neighborhood Whippits Users Now More Environmentally Conscious

The eternal question:  What to do when your uncle left you in charge of his car and you’ve got a few hours to kill before you the Weezer cover band goes on later that evening?  The answer, as always:  EXPLORATION ADVENTURE!

This particular expedition led us to what we believe to be the highest taqueria in San Francisco.  Not quite in the sense that they also function as a green medicinal clinic, but rather according to pure altitude.  Nestled up against Twin Peaks on 755 Portola Drive, the Miraloma Market appears at first to be just another neighborhood grocery store until you realize that it also houses a full-fledged and surprisingly tasty taco shop of its own inside.

The menu includes all the regular stuff you’d expect, such as juicy al pastor and delectable carnitas in burritos and quesadillas and such, but the highlight is the unique EL VEGGIE burrito, which consists of an assortment of steamed broccoli, cauliflower, and other vegetables in addition to the normal beans, rice, cheese, salsa, and guacamole.  Yes, that’s a right:  a Broccoli Burrito.  Delicious enough to get any Papalote-loving vegetarian up the hill once in a while.

Adventure wins once again (and that Weezer cover band was pretty good too).

[Photo by Allan Hough]

I’m fighting back my gag reflex as I post this.

Reader Seth writes:

I bought these gems in New Zealand earlier this year

Anyone in New Zealand now want to help us import a 24 pack of these for the next Mission Mission giveaway? Let’s talk.

I’m glad Mr. Pickles is able to take some time off once in a while and get the hell out of the hustle and bustle of the city. Looks like he really knows how to relax.

[Photo by David July] [Thanks, Cranky Old Mission Guy!]

Previously:

BREAKING: Mr. Pickle Stolen

BREAKING: Mr. Pickle Found

BREAKING: Mr. Pickle Hostage Situation

UPDATE: Mr. Pickle to Be Voluntarily Returned?

BREAKING: Mr. Pickle Returned!

Coming back from visiting some family for the holiday weekend, I came upon the new option of either going through TSA’s full body scanner or “opting out” and getting the full feel up. Going out of SFO there was nothing like that, but coming back from the San Diego airport they gave us the reach around, I mean run around, I mean full monty, I mean full treatment, I mean . . . no, that is what I mean.

Anyway, I opted out, along with the two female passengers I was traveling with. I’ve read a little bit on the health concerns and remain convinced that there are dozens of things I should be addressing about what we’re exposed to daily before I worry about a few seconds of this level of radiation. I opted out because I don’t think it should be easy to push us into new areas of decreased options without some push back. Not intended to slow down progress, but to put pressure on the deciding bodies to check their intentions. Blah blah. So I got the pat down.

Actually, it seemed quite like the body searches I’ve had plenty of times while being picked out of the line to be touched all over.

Seeing the Giants temporary tattoo on my forearm the TSA Toucher got me comfortable by talking about baseball. Despite being a Red Sox fan, he was a very pleasant fellow. He didn’t give me grief or even ask me why I was choosing to opt out of the scan. I asked him if the opting-out had created bottle necks in the process and he said that he usually worked at a terminal that didn’t have body scans and people would walk up to him exclaiming “I want to opt out!” and he would just sigh and tell them to go on through.

He started off by telling me that he wouldn’t do anything to me that would require him to buy me a drink. First he patted me down and when he got to the bottom of my happy trail area he quickly brushed across to my inner thighs with the back of his hands, making no moves to grab or fondle anything he may have found. A couple leg pats and that was that. Residue tests came back negative and I was on my way. Not so bad, but also not so great. Safety first, for sure, but with complications like privacy issues and racial profiling, this whole business becomes quite tricky.

Then we had some free time and since the TSA guy hadn’t bought me a drink I got the round and we did some airport karaoke.

Any other TSA thoughts?

At the least the one good thing about being stuck in bumper to bumper traffic in the middle of California on the 5 (or is it I-5?) is that it afforded us the chance to enjoy the beautiful sunset.

I hope everyone had a great Thanksgiving weekend.

Our pal Nico (who you may remember for creating the best Giants riot video so far) recently returned from a trip to South America, where he Fitzcarraldo’d his way down a river on his way to Angel Falls.  Luckily for the rest of us, he resisted embracing any godhead and managed to shoot some amazing hi-def video throughout the whole journey that really captures the immensity of the natural landscape there, complete with raging rivers, luscious rain forests, and cloud-nestled peaks.  Oh yeah, and there’s this waterfall too.  You may have heard of it.  It’s huuuuuuuuuuuuge.

Check it out here.

It’s a few pictures and little blurbs about the neighborhood’s “arty shops and cafes.” Check it out.

[via A Beautiful Life]

Previously:

Journey to the Center of the Outer Sunset