Okay okay, maybe you cannot ride a painting (or can you?), but Andy Stattmiller's “Take a ride on the 49…” is perfect. From the overweight person sitting in a motorized wheelchair at 16th & Mission, to the tagger atop of Farolito, to the painter covering tags at 29th and Mission, and all the crackheads and street people in between, he pretty much nailed every character you see along the route. Good work, sir.
$2100. On sale now at Fabric8.
Mother Jones Magazine has launched a new education blog that is focusing on Mission High. Kristina Rizga explains:
Over the next few months, [Titania Kumeh] and I will be exploring American education trends through the hyperlocal lens of Mission High School, one of San Francisco's lowest-performing—though rapidly improving—urban public high schools. Instead of writing another shocker on the achievement gap, we'll ask students at Mission High and other inner-city schools what really works to help them to succeed. Instead of another diatribe on “value-added testing,” we'll report from real classrooms on what star teachers do. And instead of obsessing about fights between school chiefs and teacher union reps like Michelle Rhee and Randi Weingarten, we'll talk to teachers about their own employment contracts and tenure concerns. Don't get me wrong—we'll still cover the studies, talk to the experts, and report on conferences. But we'll let the realities of every-day life in schools be the primary driver of our coverage, rather than reactions to the latest reports, donation announcements, or accusations.
Read on. Or, if education and political issues isn't you thing, check out their tour of Mission High featuring pictures of REALLY HAPPY looking staff and chillingly accurate descriptions of high school life that make me really glad I never have to set foot into a classroom again.
I've been noticing an uptick in walking tours going up and down Capp St. lately. Don't get me wrong, I think Capp Street is a mighty fine street, but what is there to really see? Let's take a look:
Adam Infanticide street art.
Homeless men defecating in their hands.
A home full of hipsters.
Beautiful Victorian Architecture.
A gelato shop neighboring a cupcake shop.
Cats sitting in windows.
Obnoxious hipsters taking your photo from their bedroom windows.
And don't forget about the crackhead following you down the street eyeing your belongings.
(underage prostitution pic by troy holden)
Also, the guy in the Reese's jersey and gym pants is a god.
Speaking of bike theft in the Mission, it sounds like shit also went down at Pop's last night. From a reader who'd prefer to stay anonymous:
major drama at pop's last night. i guess some dude caught this latino guy wearing ed hardy trying to steal his bike and started confronting him. the bartender got in the middle of it, got up into the thiefs face and started yelling at him to get a real job and stop stealing peoples shit. i started taking pictures, but the thief's buddy started yelling “this girls taking pictures! this girls taking pictures!” i went back into the bar and the friend followed me and cornered me in the bar to make sure i didn't take his pic. i have no idea if they called the cops or what happened to the bike thief because i got the fuck outta there.
For the interested, this is the same dude that we posted about back in August. Lock yer shit up, people.
A few weeks ago, a buddy of mine cracked his bike frame in four places. So, less than a week ago, he picked up a new frame and some parts from Mission Bicycle that set him back a few hundred dollars. All good, right? Well, last night I had persuaded him to roll down the hill from Alamo Square to Doc's Clock. After a couple of pints and a pinball ass-whooping delivered by yours truly, we made our way to the sidewalk only to find his bike short a few necessary components.
While you might think the story ends there, it doesn't. His girlfriend picks him up in her car at 1:30am, they toss the bike on her bike rack and drive off. Well, at some point during the drive home, the entire rack fell off the car. As you can imagine, they couldn't find it.
- Fuck bike thieves.
- Bad luck does come in threes.
- If you happened to come across an reddish fixie missing a front wheel attached to a bike rack in the middle of the road late last night, do let us know.
Take it away, Bruce McCulloch:
If you really needed another reason to visit Doc's Clock, they recently got their hands on a brand new Indiana Jones pinball machine. Like, BRAND NEW. Fresh out of the box. As any other Bay Area pinball snob can tell you, this is a BIG FUCKING DEAL because most pinball machines in this city are BROKEN PIECES OF SHIT. Anyway, this machine not only works, which is generally qualification enough, but also has magnets and an epic multiball (see video below).
Plus, if you are lucky, you might also stumble across a guy wearing an Indiana Jones hat playing the machine.
Anyway, the story is far too complex to sum up in an entire paragraph. Just trust me when I say that in the two years I've been reading SF food blogs, this is, by far, the most interesting thing I've read on that particular scene. I mean, it has falsified identity, media manipulation, and fraud all in one story. Drammmmmmmaaaaaa.
I can't take this anymore. I first saw these ducks pasted up next to Philz and I exclaimed, “Whoa, this is neat!” Then I saw them somewhere in SOMA next to some Black Eyed Peas and Michael Jackson posters and mumbled, “Uhhhh….” Then again spotted on Valencia and realized I was freaking people by talking to myself as I clutched a camera. Anyway, I think you get the point. I like the fact that these ducks are being pasted up around town. After all, ducks are rad because the quack, eat bread, and they're ducks. BUT I KNOW THEY ARE TRYING TO SELL ME SOMETHING and it's driving me FUCKING NUTS.
Please, someone end THIS FUCKING TORTURE and fill me in.
Also, the “Be Nice SF” hearts? FUCKING RAD.