Giraffe Graffiti Gang Related? So Say Cops

girafaeyes, originally uploaded by MissionMission.

We hate to make it three graffiti posts in a row, but it just had to be done. We’ve been wanting to plug the new Girafa pool on Flickr, and the Milpitas Police Department has just provided ample reason. The San Jose Mercury News reports that, according to the fuzz, a recent spate of Girafa bombings in Milpitas is surely “gang related.” Bummer!

Clueless law enforcement aside, what up with Girafa anyway? Lovable new kid on the block, or heavy-handed Ribity wannabe?

(Via All Romanian Crews)

Gentrification Implications of Sidewalk Stencils

hipsterstencil, originally uploaded by MissionMission.

Hmm. We might append this thing thusly: “Hipster Tee: $71 / Hipster Jeans: $199 / Hipster “Street Art” Stenciling Materials: $44 / Gentrification: Priceless.” Note that this was photographed in the Lower Haight, a neighborhood we love almost as much as the other one.

The other day, we were reading Banksy‘s book Cut It Out (purchased at Needles + Pens, of course), and we came across this classic passage, an e-mail Banksy received from a fan named Daniel:

  • “I don’t know who you are or how many of you there are but i am writing to ask you to stop painting your things where we live. In particular XXXXXX road in Hackney. My brother and me were born here and have lived here all our lives but these days so many yuppies and students are moving here neither of us can afford to buy a house where we grew up anymore. Your graffities are undoubtedly part of what makes these wankers think our area is cool. You’re obviously not from round here and after you’ve driven up the house prices youll probably just move on. Do us all a favour and go do your stuff somewhere else like Brixton.”

Daniel totally makes our point. Who is this stencil writer so critical of “gentrification” anyway? Do they really think they themselves are not a HUGE part of the process? Would it even be tangible without the participation of “street artists” like them? Who do they think they’re fooling?

Graffiti Interpretation: Plague vs. Plaque

plagueor, originally uploaded by MissionMission.

So, does this say “plague” or “plaque”? It works either way. On one hand, plagues produce disembodied skulls and stuff. On the other, this particular skull looks like it has plaque dripping from its teeth. Typographically speaking, it works both ways too. Any thoughts? Photographed on the northeast corner of 16th & Guerrero.

Riding the 14X to the Outer Mission

14X, originally uploaded by MissionMission.

The other day we were heading back to the Mission from Downtown at rush hour, and we hopped on a 14X on a whim, not really knowing what the “X” meant. Turns out, the “X” means the bus bypasses the Mission District altogether, getting on the 101 South at 6th Street and not stopping until it’s halfway to Daly City.

It was a fun ride though, what with the not wearing a seatbelt at 60 miles per hour and the views of the city and the sunset and everything.

SF Weekly a Fake-Ass Scenester

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The cover story in last week’s SF Weekly (more like SF Weakly) proclaims that Greg Ashley’s music “demands that you shut up and listen.” So are we to infer from this that SF Weekly generally DOESN’T LISTEN to the music it writes about and reviews and claims to advocate? They have a “reviews” section every week, but are we to understand that this is the first time they’ve deigned to listen to something before writing it up? Here at Mission Mission, we tend to think the chief reason to put music on is to LISTEN to it. We LIKE listening to music. We don’t need someone to “demand” that we do it.

Mission “Hipsters”

mission hipsters wait for brunch, originally uploaded by maximolly.

Yelper Jeff A., in his assessment of some random Marina bar, brought up a serious Mission-related issue, one we’ve often referred to as “crack addict or hipster?”

Jeff says:

  • Blue Light is, quite literally, the only game in town on a Tuesday night, aside from Milk. Chodes or thugs, respectively… take your pick.So here we go: Blue Light’s Taco Tuesday by the numbers, as observed over a three-hour period:
  • Tacos: $1
    Coronas: $2
    Margaritas: $3
    Nachos: $3.75
    Striped Shirts: 34
    Backwards Baseball Caps: 13 (!)
    Fake Tits: 5 pair (10)
    Volume: 8
    Douchode Quotient: 7.5
  • So yeah, it’s douche deluxe, and you’ll likely want to murder a significant fraction of the clientele, but that’s a small price to pay considering there are actual “hot chicks” here.I mean, let’s get real.
  • The other day I saw a pregnant woman at a bar in the Mission and absentmindedly (ok, “stonedly”) thought to myself, “Oh, that’s great. What a blessing.” Then I realized it was just a fat hipster.
  • This very afternoon, I happened upon a young lady crossing 16th St. wearing some sort of brightly-colored prosthetic apparatus on what appeared to be her injured leg; closer inspection revealed that it was merely a garish leg-warmer of some sort.
  • Seems like these days it’s the dope boho shizz to appear as though you have a serious health condition. I shall be teh PIMP HOTNESS of the Valencia St. corridor once my prosthetic goiter and sparkly colostomy bag arrive.

I mean, we hate the Marina, and we have no real reason to side with this Jeff A. character, but his argument is kind of solid.