Deja Poo, San Francisco's first dookie-themed art show, is looking for new talent. The people who'll be throwing the event --in their living room!!!-- are sick and tired of dealing with bullshit and are actively enlisting the help of complete strangers. The show will feature poo-shaped snacks, shitty deejays, "mud" wrasslin', open-mic poo stories, and a bunch of other dumb shit. I'm only writing this because I don't have enough time to whip up a mini-mural of the final scene from 2 Girls One Cup. The idea is all yours if you want it, though. Read more »
Thomas Wolfe may have been exaggerating when he wrote "You Can't Go Home Again." But in the case of basketball player Chris Webber that phrase should be taken as gospel.
Chris Webber, earlier
Especially when it comes to a possible return to the Warriors, Webber's initial NBA club. When Webber forced his way off the Warriors in the fall of 1994, he just didn't leave the franchise and team's dedicated fan base in the lurch. Read more »
Yeah, yeah, this is like two weeks late -- we were drunk(er), and our minds were still struggling to encompass the sheer overwhelmingness of it all. Guardian assistant art director Ben Hopfer toured MacWorld. Here's his report.
Ah MacWorld, the one place in the world where I can completely geek out and still not be the biggest dork in the building. Read more »
Grab your undergroundish dancing shoes and head to Icon Ultra Lounge this Wednesday for, really, something that's worth heading to Icon Ultra Lounge: fab weekly Love It! Wednesdays, this week the featuring currently-touring minimal-techno-electro-what-have-you geniuses behind one of Berlin's great labels, Sub Static. Read more »
Turn that umbrella upside down and smile to the warm Latin funk (with an edge of oh-so-nasty) of Austin's Brownout!, who'll be drizzling driving grooves, conga section included, through that undersung cumbia-and-get-'em hot spot, El Rincon this Saturday. Read more »
My furry fourlegged friend is a 17-year-old former dog clothing model and lives in a loft in NYC (the bitch made it as a model in Manhattan and left me behind! America's Top Meanie!) Back when she was young, we'd huddle together, homeless, in shells of buildings in Detroit and Pontiac, MI. She never got the royal treatment until she was discovered by a talent scout who took one look at me and sniffed -- and I'm not sure how she'd respond to this: