Mission Mission

Mission Local reports:

A man named Michael jumped onto the 24th Street BART tracks just as a Daly City-bound train was approaching. Wearing a shirt that said Viva la Revolucion and yelling “You have the power,” he said he was occupying the tracks because he was sick of sleeping on the streets for six years.

Witnesses on the platform began waving their arms frantically at the driver, and the train came to a screeching halt just within a foot of hitting him. [link]

They spend a few minutes trying to talk him into climbing back out, he explains that he won’t leave until TV cameras show up, so they turn off the third rail and jump down there and cuff him and haul him away.

Let’s zoom in on the cop with the giant weapon and the bystander snapping pics:

From our Contact Us page:

Saturday, 4/14, 2:30 AM, Mission between 16th and 17th (mcdonald’s side): any idea what caused the fresh trail of wet blood running the entire length of the block? (and possibly farther, I didn’t check.) A stabbing?

They have bowling too, but MAN look at Mission Bowling Club‘s new brunch menu. 11AM-3PM Saturday and Sunday both.

Photographer Stephanie Janney spotted this natural wonder the morning after the big storm. Click it to blow it up.

Thanks, Stephanie!

Turns out The Mission ain’t what it used to be:

San Francisco is a place that offers at least a semblance of social life in the streets and has a mass-transit system that, being at least semi-functional, can get you home even after chasing large doses of MDMA with multiple Irish carbombs, resulting in an uncontrollable throwing up of copious amounts of last nights frozen pizza onto strangers who you had drunkenly mistook for childhood friends. Who doesn’t want to live in a place where you can simply exit your apartment, walk a few blocks, and end up at a bar filled to the brim with a battalion of apparently creative, interesting patrons? Or, at least, so went my daydreams.

As it stands, the reality is much different. Upon exiting BART and walking down the streets of the Mission, it becomes apparent that San Francisco has transformed in ways that I cannot appreciate. Newly Ipe-planked luxury condominiums with fancy, all glass, automatic underground garage doors, and heated post-industrial concrete polished floors, sit adjacent to coffee shops whose patrons sip on $6-7 dollar coffee while they guiltily donate some small, insignificant pittance towards “saving the third world” on their new high-end Mac gadgets.

Read on at Oakland Local. Also here’s what ipe is.

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I know we all hate cops but, would you date a cop?

— ☯ k®♎∆§µ∆w♬ ☯ ︻╦╤─(@KREAYSHAWN) April 13, 2012

Kreayshawn wants to know! And so do culture jamming Oakland advice columnist Ron Kristophone‘s readers. Here’s what Kristophone has to say:

I don’t think dating a cop is the best direction to take at your age. You’re going to have a bunch of years later on in life to feign interest with the cop-soulmate of your nightmares about how shitty the new X-ray guy at city hall is, or how much of a pussy Ramirez was for ordering a Greek salad at lunch. In the meantime, I think it would be best if you tried out guys who talk about the Speak and Spell they circuit-bent to sound like the robot chick from “Small Wonder” more than how your day was. Or perhaps the dude in his mid-thirties who holds grudges against you for not giving a fuck about Nigerian hip-hop. Both of them wont be constantly diverting their attention away from you toward the Burning Man shithead who is weeping passionately about the nutritional benefits of lentils, or laying their gun on the table and staring you directly in the eye every time you order a Greek salad.

Read on for more if you like. But first let’s watch the classic video for “Dating Cops” by the Intelligence:

It’s like SXSW up in this piece lately — free beer everywhere! Free beer tonight at ping pong, free beer at this thing, etc.

Anyway, this thing, a launch party for a new app called UpOut (not uPout, though I bet if you get slammed in the face by a bouncy boxing glove hard enough, uPout). Broke-Ass Stuart will be there, boxing and playing host or something. Free beer by Pabst. Free gourmet hot dogs. And then there’s a egg hunt and a bouncy castle in which bouncy boxing will take place. And it’s all in the trippy old factory space that is Z Space. And it’s free! Saturday night! You must RSVP here!

Stuart has all the details and some jokes about Coachella here.

Wow, right? Here’s the video, lightning at the 0:16 mark:

The screenshot is the best part though I guess. Here’s another:

And here’s another short video I like:

[via Synecdochectomy]

Looks like those hammocked ladies have finally caught their bus. It’s always sad to see a piece of art get painted over like that. This one was created by Rocky Villanueva in the summer of 2010, and you can see his process here. Anyone know what (if anything) is going up in its place?

[via The Fog Bender]