Part One of a multi-part series on ill-conceived Public Service Announcements by intern Marianne Moore
On a Richmond-bound train the other day I noticed a sign at the end of the car, reading: “Los líquidos calientes queman como el fuego,” which means, “Hot liquids burn like fire.” I confess that I laughed — really, really loudly.
I was walking down Mission Street the other night, just South of Cesar Chavez, when I saw something that made my heart skip. No, it wasn’t another ex-girlfriend lookalike (they’re everywhere, I swear), it was a 1991 white Toyota Previa -- a doppelganger of my first car -- parked in front of The Knockout.
The Previa, if you don’t know, was a Toyota minivan produced from 1991 to 1997 (their popularity followed roughly the same arc as Soundgarden’s). Read more »
An upcoming article will feature Tau by Philip Lamantia and Journey to the End by John Hoffman (City Lights, 138 pages, $12.95), the latest -- and 59th -- volume in City Lights' Pocket Poets Series, edited by poet, hip-hop devotee and Guardian contributor Garrett Caples. For now, I'd like to get the word out, if it ain't too late, about a reading and book party this Sunday. Read more »
A work from Tauba Auerbach's book, How to Spell the Alphabet.
By Glen Helfand
New York Times art critic Roberta Smith began her review of the current Carnegie International in Pittsburgh with a pulse-taking statement: “Lately, it seems, biennial exhibitions don’t do much except sit there, looking good and offending no one. Read more »
The latest massive to drop onto Shopping Spy's radar is this announcement from Green Apple Books - who are not - repeat - not going out of business:
"We only have a few weeks left to sell off the last 30,000 used books at our Warehouse Clearance Sale, so they're all priced to move: Gold is $13,859.36/pound; filet mignon is $20.00/pound (at Guerra's on Taraval); the current issue o Read more »
I walked past the 200 white roses (no exaggeration) outside of my Mission shack's front window this morning. A lot more fallen petals on the bricks. Don't go, spring. My path was to a morning screening of Christophe Honore's most recent film Love Songs. What can I say -- for much of the first half of Honore's tribute to and update of the one and only Jacques Demy, I was skeptical. Thirty or even forty minutes in I was ready to chalk it up as a failure. Read more »