Mission number three

Yesterday was one of the most beautiful days I’ve seen in the Mission, exceptionally nice when paralleled with the dreary drizzly raindrops bangin on my window right now.
I got there early to attend my meeting and I was there until I left for class at 3 p.m. My meeting was the monthly gathering of the Mission Community Council (MiCoCo), an umbrella organization that oversees the interaction between about 60 other organizations throughout the neighborhood.
They just lost 62 percent of their funding, so now they’re trying to figure out what they can do to stay alive. It was pretty sad being there because it seemed like such a nice group of well intentioned people, simply at the end of their rope.
The other organizations in attendance all said they wished they could do anything to help, but that they were all in just as bad of shape.
I spoke with a woman named Molly Burke, a public relations representative from BART. She told me that MiCoCo was a wonderful organization that did a lot for the community, but that dark times are upon us all.
Burke stressed the severity of the situation by explaining that MiCoCo was more or less at the top of the food chain for community organizations in the neighborhood, so if their situation is indicative of the overall condition, things are real bad.
On a better note, I got a bunch of awesome shirts from Goodwill on Mission, and I’m feelin that. I also enjoyed some lumpia from Irma’s Kitchen on the corner of Mission and South Van Ness. It was awesome!
I had one of the best burritos I’ve ever tasted in my life from Papalote on 24th and Valencia. It was sooooo good. If you don’t believe me check it out on the Food Network. You can see Papalote’s owners, the Burrito Brothers, holding it down and showing Bobby Flay what’s up with the burrito!
I ran into Anrica Deb, a reporter for MissionLoc@l.com at the meeting. She was cool and I had an assignment for Digital Newsgathering to get some interviewing tips from a pro journalist, so I asked her for some advice and recorded what she said. I’ll post it here in case anyone is interested.

I broke my collar bone. That has nothing to do with the Mission or school or my blog. However, as I sit here typing this, it hurts more and more, so I thought maybe sharing my pain with the world would provide some relief. I’ll let you know how that goes.
In conclusion, I leave you with this:
In terms of life, never look before you leap; just do it. In terms of skateboarding down giant hills in the pitch black of midnight, by all means, take a gander.
Finally, don’t ever, ever, ever, ever, go to the hospital unless you are dying. You’ll thank me for that juicy tidbit later.