Jess Brownell is a freelance writer living in Milwaukee.
So here you are, 75 years old, tired, bitter, after many years of political semi-activism deeply cynical about that process (and most others as well), in a car on a blustery March morning on the way to Madison, Wisconsin, a town you’ve never much liked, to participate in a goddamn protest rally. Why are you doing this?
Could be that the celebratory “Walker Wins” headline in what passes locally for a daily newspaper, the Milwaukee Journal-Sentinel (your Bay Guardian publisher once worked in those precincts, but that was long, long ago) had something to do with it. “Packers Win” is fine any time it happens. Everybody loves the Packers. Everybody does not love Scott Walker. On the other hand, the paper actually endorsed Walker, so what could you have expected? Read more »
A judge in Wisconsin has tossed out the governor's anti-labor law -- but does that just mean the Republicans are going to go back and do it again? And what's going on in Michigan, where the governor wants to get rid of labor contracts by taking control of local government? Check out our discussion after the jump.
Gosh and begorrah, I know you're hungovah -- from all that St. Paddy's Day grog or whatever. Don't worry, you'll feel better by Saturday, just in time to celebrate the Lexington Club's 14th anniversary, huzzah! Unfamiliar with this rowdy party dyke landmark? Hot chicks, get hip real quick at this blowout, featuring DJs Jenna Riot and Miss Pop, sexy-sexy dancers, no cover, and of course stiff drinks.
After the jump, a Super Ego clubs column from 2007 devoted to the Lex's 10th anniversary (which was the perfect antidote to the L Word phenomenon of the time), giving you a wee bit o' lesbian history.
LEXINGTON CLUB 14TH ANNIVERSARY Sat/19, 9 p.m., free. Lexington Club, 3464 19th St., SF. www.lexingtonclub.com
>>ANTIQUING IN THE DAMP This rainy weekend may be the perfect time to check out Hayes Valley's new curiousity shop, Reliquary, holding it's grand opening party at 5 p.m. today. Toddle past after work (with your cutest brolly in tow, of course) to check out the shop's handmade Afghani dresses and antique Zippo lighters. Bonus: the shop's Tumblr tipped us off to amazing afterlife art: a photo series of the turquoise, pink, and cardinal mineral deposits that have grown off tins of cremated ashes found in the Oregon asylum where One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest was filmed.
I don't know why this hit me today, but it did. I was at the corner store on Potrero Hill, looking at a sign I see every day and ignore every day, reminding patrons that nobody under 21 can buy alcohol -- and nobody under 18 can buy tobacco products.
Last week, Rand Paul (R-KY) -- man, there's a double entendre just waiting to happen -- went shithouse ballistic (pun intended) over what he sees as one of the most pressing issue in the nation today -- low-flush toilets.
At a hearing while grilling a lower level Obama Administration Energy department spokesperson, Paul was in full fury.
"Frankly, the toilets don't work in my house," Paul said. "And I blame you, and people like you who want to tell me what I can install in my house, what I can do." Read more »
The Internet is buzzing with rumors that this month’s extreme SuperMoon might have caused last week’s earthquake and tsunami in Japan and the Pacific Ocean. But folks at the Farmer’s Alamanac note that, ”Most astronomers dismiss this line of thinking, though, arguing that the 2,000-mile difference is minimal in the grand scheme of things – less than 1 percent of the Moon’s total distance from the Earth – and unlikely to cause much disruption on Earth, beyond the usual proxigean spring tide.” Read more »
Can Homefront’s failures inspire change in the game industry?
I’m almost reluctant to add to the media blitz that first-person shooter Homefront (now available) was and is getting. Even with low scores and plummeting stocks, the game managed to sell 300,000 copies on its first day, so to a degree it would seem the publicity has paid off. But, after being personally subjected to an overwhelming number of posters and billboards, hundreds of balloons, an anti-Korean rally, and a long schoolbus ride to a barbed-wire-laden warehouse, I was disappointed to find that behind this velvet curtain was a pretty flimsy product. Maybe Homefront will be the game that gets the ball rolling on an important issue that has been brewing for a while: game pricing.
The anticipation was brewing: even before the the ladies of Warpaint took the stage at the Independent, a guy standing at front and center passed out. His muscle failure could have been a product of over-intoxication, but I'm guessing it was an overdose of hard excitement. I admit, I too got the jimmy-legs during the show but I managed to keep them clenched until the encore came to a wow-worthy close. And then I hit the floor with a smirk.
Got a late start and biked downtown in the Texas heat, straight to a loft party featuring Brasileira MC Zuzuka Poderosa. She was spitting out her Funk Carioca lyrics on top of beats being mastered by DJ Disco Tits while the small crowd danced up a storm.Read more »
What's the matter -- nobody but Steven Tyler celebrates St. Patrick's day? Jennifer must have some sort of green outfit she could wear.
But no: Other than Steven's little green necklace, it's as if there's no holiday. And that's not the only thing that went wrong.
First the good news: the Born to Be Wild/ Baby I Was Born This Way medley could have been awful, but it was really cool. The "field trip" to the Ford music video studio was shameless. The "something about you" clips were funny,a nd I'm glad to hear that Paul has a 14-year-old wiener dog that smells bad.Read more »
FILM Abbas Kiarostami's beguiling new feature signals "relationship movie" with every cobblestone step, but it's manifestly a film of ideas — one in which disillusionment is as much a formal concern as a dramatic one. Typical of Kiarostami's dialogic narratives, Certified Copy is both the name of the film and an entity within the film: a book written against the ideal of originality in art by James Miller (William Shimell), an English pedant fond of dissembling. After a lecture in Tuscany, he meets an apparent admirer (Juliette Binoche) in her antique shop. Read more »
SUPER EGO Hilariously, I think there are now more hearings at City Hall about raves than there are actual raves within the city limit, and those hearings are becoming the kind of fun old-school rave reunion events that everyone plans their outfits for. Situationism lives!Read more »
>>THREE VEILS TO THE WIND You're probably already green around your St. Patrick's Day gills -- maybe it's the perfect time to rustle up a bridal gown, and a wee bit more liver to damage, for this Saturday's Brides of March dash around the city. The raucous, open-to-all annual event is the Santarchy of hetero privilege, so let's get sloppy-ironic and "WOOOOO" like a bachelorette.Read more »