I love stories that come from reporters who simply see better than others. Maybe that means looking down as you walk to see phrases like alive/ishsha set into plaques on King Street as Carl Nolte wrote about on Sunday. Don’t know if that’s how he got onto the story of reviving the Rammaytush language of the Muwekma Ohlone who first lived in Mission Bay, but maybe.
Hah and then this morning there is Nolte’s piece on Bernard Winn who literally spends his time looking down at the city’s metal covers, grates etc. to discover among other things that there was a Mission Foundry and Stove Co. We’ll have to dig up the address for that one.
Thanksgiving always gives up an odd, sluggish weekend, which Garrett McAuliffe found to be true on Saturday night as he roamed with Munder by his side. We simply all had too much Turkey to process.
But darn, looking around, this SF Eater shot almost made some of us want to start again. Instead, we got into a Food Fight. Nothing like a slow news day to encourage delinquency.
And to enter the melee, yet another street cart is heading our way. This one will serve “Indian inspired burritos,” according to the SF Examiner. They promise a stop in the Mission. Chapatis always looked like tortillas to me.
At least some of us were doing good this weekend. Sade McDougal writes about one of them–Sylvia Parra, the artist and activist who goes by MamaCoAtl.
The rest of us looked at art. I’m in love with the Ms. Terioso project on 24th Street, but there are other cool things to do with window fronts. Not too long ago, the House of Hengst showed a movie in its window on Valencia Street.
And one last piece of street art on the left. This one on the wall near Charanga. Pobrecita, one of my favorites.
Okay, that’s a wrap, but there will be more on street art this week as I’m definitely having an internal battle about some new murals. Are they vibrant or just plain ugly? More to come. lc