In the current folds of neo-psychedelia, kids don't require drugs to lose their shit. They need only close their eyes and wait for the neon to swirl, the monologues to multiply. Sex Worker, the solo effort of Daniel Martin-McCormick of Mi Ami, is one such manifestation of this hide-and-seek schizo entanglement, where fits of stretched, ethereal sound get densely layered with Martin-McCormick's fractured vocal tantrums. Actually, I have no idea what I'm talking about. I'm basing this on two MySpace songs. The truth is, you're still in town. And you didn't go home to Utah (or some other whoopee cushion state) because you thought staying in SF during the holiday would be more entertaining than having that same conversation with that same uncle over the same plate of Jell-O and mashed potatoes. And you're right. This is guaranteed to be more exciting. (Spencer Young)
With Psychic Reality, Jealousy
9:30 p.m., $6
1131 Polk, SF
Ara Peterson: "Turn Into Stone"
Not every artist who has representation has it from a gallery that's a near-ideal showcase for her or his work. But such is the case for Ara Peterson, whose large-scale experiments with form and color are given the right amount of white space by Ratio 3. "Turn Into Stone" is composed of two bodies of work. The first is a series of backgammon tables designed and created by Peterson and his father, Jack. In terms of influence, these pieces extend patrilineal influence yet further, drawing from the youngest Peterson's memories of his great-grandfather's ceramic paintings. The 21-century Albers extended lines of color or, to use the artist's phrase "long impervious vibes" in the other body of work make for a good wood-and-acrylic-paint contrast with Marcus Linnebrink's current epoxy resin and pigment pieces at Patricia Sweetow Gallery. And that's not even getting into the show's giant intestinal orange tubes. (Johnny Ray Huston)
11 a.m.-6 p.m. (continues through Dec. 19), free
1447 Stevenson, SF
San Francisco Gourmet Chocolate Tour
If you're in the mood for a culinary adventure, you'll likely love-love-lovey Gourmet Walks' three-hour tour devoted to treats by local artisan chocolatiers. You might be looking for petit fours of bitter chocolate rust. Or perhaps you're the type to appreciate crepe de chine encrusted with whole goji berries from your local farmers market, or you're one of the growing number of dog owners looking for some white chocolate-covered canine biscuits. Maybe you just like chocolate. If any of the above apply, you'll a chance to encounter a newsstand with 200-plus candy bars and a Swiss place beloved by the mighty Oprah on this jaunt. Oh, and you'll definitely get a free cup of piping hot cocoa. (Jana Hsu)
10:30 a.m. (also Fri., 10:30 a.m.; Sat., 2 p.m.), $49
Union Square to waterfront, SF
Del Tha Funkee Homosapien
Who is the cousin of Cube, the secret Native Tongue, the psychedelic seer, the time-traveler who had been to 3030 and back before he even met Gorillaz? Dude, it's Del tha Funkee Homosapien. In addition to a footwear project with Osiris Shoes, Del's been putting out recordings at a furious pace of late: the latest after this year's self-released Funkman and Automatic Statik might be Parallel Uni-verses (Gold Dust) a collabo with Tame One of Artifacts.