Meet the guy who hand-paints all those storefront windows in the neighborhood

His name is John Seastrunk, and you’ll recognize his seasonally appropriate handiwork from the windows of Boogaloos, St. Francis, Napper Tandy, a bunch of taquerias, and more. The Bold Italic has just published a piece on him, so you can finally put a name and face to all of that familiar hand-painted lettering. According to the piece, John has been painting signs for over 30 years and has over 120 typefaces memorized!

Read on for more about this unsung local hero.

MUNI vs. bootleg fireworks

Our pal Mills captured this video last night, of a MUNI driver fearlessly steering around a neighborhood fireworks show. The video also features dogs barking, Mills screaming, and a healthy amount of pyrotechnics. Woo America!

This is a burrito in Paris

Although French cuisine may be celebrated as some of the finest and most influential in the world, our pal Natalie discovered that the lofty reputation unsurprisingly did not apply to Mexican food, as she recently endured what appears to be the saddest burrito ever assembled.  When asked what might be found within this astoundingly pathetic tortilla wrap-job (even worse than in NYC), she tentatively replied:

Shredded beef and cheese, there might’ve been beans but I didn’t eat it so I’m not sure!

Smart move, Natalie.  I’m not sure how hungry and homesick I’d have to be in order to scarf down this “wet” burrito slathered in some sort of tomato-esque sauce with a dollop of sour cream, served with a side of burnt white rice and Shirazi salad.  On the plus side, one thing they did manage to get right was the chip-to-guacamole ratio.

Wow, they sure do it better in Berlin.

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Fire Department has just arrived

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Just a minute or two after they were called.  Nice work fellas.  Everyone seemed to be safe, too.

Be careful tomorrow everyone!

Fire at 25th and Balmy

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Electrical lines are blowing sparks so please stay away. We’ve already called the FD.

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299 Valencia condos going fast

If you want to take advantage of this opportunity to live on the famed Valencia corridor, you’re running out of time. Per the building’s website, there are only two units left in the brand new condo complex. Although, as Curbed notes, if you don’t get a chance to buy, you can always rent one for $4750.

[via Curbed]

New York hardcore lives on at 19th and SVN

Somebody very nostalgic for the good ol’ days of hardcore decided to demonstrate his or her style on the sidewalk near Benders. Does Benders have Cro-Mags on the jukebox? That would be cool.

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Basil gimlet happy hour

Tonight at the Knockout of all places! Grungy punk club gettin’ fancy!

[via Beth]

Kids in the park playing with an iPad instead of the playground or each other

Live in fear of germs, yuppie.

Rogue car alarm drives residents crazy

What do you do when the same car alarm continues to drive you absolutely bonkers every single night but you just can’t discern the source? Such is the case for a couple of new residents to our fine neighborhood:

My roommate and I just moved to the lovely intersection of 21st and San Carlos. We are both new to this illustrious city and are proud to call ourselves residents of the Mission. We have, however, one single complaint and were hoping you and other residents might provide some assistance into the matter. You see, we are fully aware that living in the city comes with some city noises (we’re from Houston and Chicago respectively) so the odd siren or car alarm is only a temporary nuisance. Yet, there exists a car alarm which is audible from our intersection that goes off approximately every hour or so.

Our assumption is that it’s triggered by pigeon farts, clouds shifting or someone thinking about buying a Brooks saddle. It’s very identifiable, because instead of your typical car alarm it has an odd series of chirps and squeaks. It’s the only alarm of it’s kind I’ve heard. Both my roommate and I work long hours, and any attempts to triangulate its position have been so far fruitless, yet we know it can’t be too far off. We figured others in the area must hear it all the time. Day and night. Beeping. Blaring. Driving us mad. Any who our end goal is to locate it and either place a note for the owner, or submit a noise complaint to the city of SF. Or pay some guy $20 to rip the cable out from under the hood. Whatever works.

Well, at least it’s not a mockingbird car alarm!  And before you give ‘em the old “Durrrrrr, welcome to the Mission motha-fuckas!” comment that I know you’re just dying to submit, perhaps you can come up with something a bit more clever?  Or, God forbid, constructive?  And I’m not talking about employing something that shares its namesake with our friend from the photo above!

Previously:

Mission Mockingbird Car Alarm