Are you an ecosexual? Do you enjoy skinny dipping, walking barefoot through tall grasses, thrill to a particularly hot sunset – perhaps fill with a lover's rage at the notion of mountaintop removal and clear-cut forests?
Well then. Annie Sprinkle is out, and proud, and ready to help you be too: the classic neo-porn star has participated in lavish art weddings the world over with partner Beth Stevens to bind themselves to Mother Earth's peaks and valleys (often with Annie's 36E peaks on prominent display). Sprinkle is taking the show to Mission Control for an eco-party tomorrow (Thurs/2), along with Carol Queen's demonstration of eco-friendly sex toys, and a Gaiia-centered ritual with Francesca Gentille. You may just come out of the earth-loving closet yourself, nature mama. Read more »
“Frankly, I'm a bit baffled by all this,” Frenkel told us in an email follow-up to a phone interview conducted later this week. The UC Berkeley math professor was referring to the fact that the Mathematical Sciences Research Institute, who had announced they would sponsor today (Wed/1)'s US premiere of his sensual math film, Rites of Love and Math, decided to pull their support earlier this week.
A rogue's gallery of downtown power brokers and moderate politicians is lining up to give D10 supervisor-elect Malia Cohen money during a fundraiser at Democratic Party money man Wade Randlett's house tonight (Wed/1). And while the group may be trying to buy the support of a candidate they didn't support in the election, Cohen and some of her progressive supporters say she's been open to developing relationships across the ideological spectrum.Read more »
Click here to read the Guardian's coverage of the DREAM Act rally outside Mission High, nationwide efforts to rally support for this legislation which Congress will vote on during its lame-duck seesion, and how the proposal could offer a pathway to citizenship for thousands of undocumented youth.
SUPER EGO "You know me, I'm always doing something," Margaret Cho practically purred over the phone en route to another smash show on the East Coast. Um, understatement of the year much? While the Cho-stess with the Mostest is lately giving off the chill vibes of an edgy comedian and right-on scenester in her prime (she's not shy about being on the golden side of 40), she's been more active than ever. "I totally have symbolic flames on the side of my tour bus," she quipped. "It's so retro '90s."Read more »
FILM There is probably nowhere in the Christian-majority world where it's as OK to wax hum-buggy about Christmas and all it entails as San Francisco. Allergies to carols (admit it, they're horrible), frantically enabled shopaholicism, and forced contact with those people you moved here to get away from are all tolerated, even encouraged here.Read more »
An emergency community forum will be held tonight, Nov. 30, about the Recreation and Parks Department’s plan to evict the Haight Ashbury Neighborhood Council (HANC) Recycling Center from a parking lot in Golden Gate Park. If Mayor Gavin Newsom and his former chief of staff, Rec & Park General Manager Phil Ginsburg, succeed in their plan to evict the 36-year old recycling center, they’ll kill 10 green jobs, eliminate a rare source of income for poor people, and put an end to a community resource that costs San Francisco taxpayers nothing. Read more »
Even Gov. Schwarzenegger is now supporting a ban on plastic bags in California, saying the measure, which narrowly failed in the state Senate last session, is a top environmental priority. But let's remember:
Everyone's talking about austerity these days, from the prime minister of Ireland to the president of the United States, who wants to freeze wages for federal workers. But somehow, there's one class of people who aren't facing any austerity at all. Funny thing about that. Check out the discussion after the jump. Read more »
Note to self: stuff pockets with glitter. The concept was out in full force for Yard Dogs Road Show's "Glitter and Gold" Thanksgiving weekend show at The Independent (on Saturday, the second of a two-night run). And those prancing, bejeweled pony girls sure didn't disappoint -- neither did the dancing, singing marionette girls, or the multi-cannon explosions of confetti with which the show climaxed. Great visuals, them. The music ranged from Broadway D-Liscious' rubber-ankled lounge rendition of "The Life of the Party," to head bangers, to sexy, warbled somethings -- which sounded sexier (like they always do) when sung by a woman on an accordian. Here's hoping we don't have to wait another two years for the Dogs to get let out in the Bay once more.
To stem the massive hemorrhaging in the budget, the state of California has authorized the sale of 24 state-owned office buildings across the state to private investors. The state would then rent back the office space.
It’s a classic case of short-term thinking: In the end, the state will end up paying more money in rent than it will gain from the sales. The nonpartisan Legislative Analyst’s Office reported in April that over the next 30 years, the lease payments will likely cost $5 billion more than if the property had stayed in the state’s possession.Read more »
There's been much talk about naming a “caretaker mayor” to replace Mayor Gavin Newsom in January – most of it coming from downtown-oriented politicians, advocates, and publications, who are in the minority on the Board of Supervisors – but Sup. Chris Daly offered a full-throated denunciation of the idea this week.Read more »
Melting the masters with Oddball Films and Keith Hennessey
In a scene from the hilariously boffo short film Pull My Daisy an unruly gang of beatniks (Allen Ginsberg, Peter Orlovsky, and Gregory Corso) grill their pal’s invited guest, “The Bishop” (Richard Bellamy) about the relative holiness of the world around them, from baseball to cockroaches to the male organ. Is this-and-that holy, is such-and-such holy? they slur via Jack Kerouac’s partially-improvised narration. Their good-natured interrogation is doubtlessly modeled on Ginsberg’s “Footnote to Howl”—that affirmative litany asserting the holiness of cocks, typewriters, and “the bop apocalypse”. Throughout, their commitment to proving the divine in the human gives their tactless party-crashing a metaphysical justification and an almost wide-eyed innocence.