If you have the privilege of living in California — home to a wealth, nay, an embarrassment, of agricultural riches — then eating locally farmed products isn't only your right, it's practically a duty. The Center for Urban Education about Sustainable Agriculture (CUESA) is holding their fifth annual Sunday Supper this weekend at the eminently cool Ferry Building off the Embarcadero, featuring family-style dinners by the Bay's finest chefs, cooked up from the produce sold at the Ferry Plaza Market. Read more »
I'm getting a hairy kick this afternoon from this little promo, entitled "Showbears: Auditions," for the 2007 Seattle Gay and Lesbian Film Fest, happening in October. And not just because one of my fabulous exes, Jerrod Littlejohn, is the star. But kind of because of that! Read more »
Opium Magazine out of New York City hosted its third Literary Death Match here in SF last Wednesday night, and barring some ridiculously bad jokes on the part of the MC [an Opium bloke whose name escapes me], it was a pretty good time -- and well worth the five-dollar admission.
Regina Louise opened the event with a half-sung, half-spoken childhood reminiscence about growing up in a foster home, giving it entirely from memory. Read more »
Sure, I’ve been obsessed with the Joss Whedon television show for years. I’ve been watching it every single night before I go to sleep (bedtime stories?) since I moved to San Francisco in February. I even once admitted during an Eating Disorder recovery meeting that I thought I was replacing my addiction to dieting with an addiction to watching the slayer kick demon ass.
But last weekend I took my Buffylove to a new level. Read more »
"What the heck do those lazy, pot-smoking, kinky- (possibly gay-) sex-having 'progressives' who work at the Bay Guardian do all day?" is a REALLY good question. Allow us to take you behind the scenes, for one lightning-flash moment. A peek through the green curtain, as it were.
Today's blogtastic, syntagmatic Pixel Vision journey is brought to you by the letter S.
Dining out alone is, for me, one of the most socially awkward experiences imaginable. Now, I don’t mean dining out at a fast food joint or anything like that; I’m talking about dining out for real, with tables and menus and cloth napkins. I usually try to avoid dining out alone at all costs. I will go hungry for hours until I have someone to eat with, because in my mind, a meal is an experience you are supposed to share; and if I’m alone while I eat, it’s usually all I can think about.
(I would like to interject here that I don’t have any problem being by myself. Read more »
Damien Hirst might have "created" the most notorious and expensive one, but he's far from alone: skulls are on display everywhere right now, within galleries, on record covers, and spray-painted on the wall next door. Behold this onslaught of skull imagery, collected from current art shows and some recent reissued albums and labels. Dia de los Muertos beckons, yet there's a serious sinister present-day political element to at least some of this work. Read more »
A young woman struggles to heal from the aftereffects of a traumatic rape in Lumo, a moving documentary about a tragically common occurrence in the Congo, "where rape is used as a weapon of war." In Lumo's case, she develops a fistula (which makes her incontinent) and may never be able to achieve her dream of being a mother -- plus, her family shuns her. Fortunately, she's welcomed into a hospital for rape survivors, staffed by kindly doctors and counselors, and populated by other women who've been through similar traumas. Read more »