This Week's Day-by-Day Picks

Wednesday, August 25, 2004
Want to do something weird tonight? Something that looks goofy and sexy and not overly intellectual? "Make-Out Island" is just the ticket: It's your chance to act like a dumb-ass tourist without even leaving the mainland. Entertainments including lovely hula dancers and bands like Ape, the Lipsey Mountain Calypso String Band, and the Hapa Haole Boys beckon. Soft barroom breezes will caress your cheek as you limbo to the exotic sounds, and romance awaits if your hula-hooping is up to par. If it isn't, you'll just look really, really stupid. But hey -- if you dress in "island attire," organizers promise a complimentary glass of punch, which ought to take the sting off. And no, as far as we know, this is not a pilot for a new reality TV show. This island begs you to colonize it starting at 8:30 p.m. at the Make-Out Room, 3225 22nd St. (at Mission), S.F. Admission is $6; call 647-2888 or visit

Thursday, August 26, 2004
Right now, our favorite artist is Deth P. Sun. Among the many artists at "New Expression 5: Hot August Night," the incredibly prolific Sun's cryptic-but-earnest animals and bizarre jars of octopuses and booze have captured our heart -- they have such a sense of longing in their comical little worlds! But tomorrow, we could fall for our old love, painter Matt Furie, and his heebie-jeebie-inspiring cartoonish stuff. Or we may turn our attention to Michelle Romo's fashion-plate dollies. But the two guys from the art Web site are great, too, and the things Andrea Tucker does with bug-eyed Keane-type girlies -- it's too much to ask us to choose just one favorite. The opening for "New Expression" features art videos and a slew of local DJs, starting at 8 p.m. at Rx Gallery, 132 Eddy (at Mason), S.F. Admission is $5; call 863-1274 or visit

Friday, August 27, 2004
William Strunk Jr. and E.B. White's The Elements of Style is a writer's bane: Those pedantic jerks are almost always right. So it is with great joy that we welcome Monique ("Fauxnique" to you "Trannyshack"ers) Jenkinson and Kevin Clarke in their performance-duo mode, Hagen & Simone, as they present Future Perfect. A disrespectful and hilarious look at Strunk & White and the infamously weird internal memos circulated at Vogue magazine by editor Diana Vreeland, the show promises drag, dance, and lots of, you guessed it, style. The pair is joined by Tongue, an L.A. dance company whose Tertium Quid is inspired by India's mystic holy men and Puff Daddy. (The L.A. Times called it "anarchic.") The performance begins tonight at 8 (and repeats tomorrow night) at ODC Theater, 3153 17th St. (at Shotwell), S.F. Admission is $15; call 863-9834 or visit

Saturday, August 28, 2004
Transgendered people are forced to think about how they look and what it means more often than folks who haven't crossed the same gender lines; as a result, a lot of "genderqueer" or "intersex" artists have some pretty smart observations on the subject. Trannies on Film! A Transgender Film Festival includes shorts, documentaries, and features by trannies, queers, and intersexed filmmakers representing transgendered experiences and probably some stuff you've never thought about, like how to avoid getting beaten up or arrested when going to the bathroom. A photography show -- "PARTS: Photos and Prints" with work by Emma Ramstad, Shana Agid, and the frighteningly intelligent Del LaGrace Volcano -- accompanies the fest. The whole she-bang (tee-hee!) starts at 2:30 p.m. (and the film fest continues tomorrow) at New College Cultural Center, 766 Valencia (between 18th and 19th streets), S.F. Admission is $5-50; call 285-6556 or visit

Sunday, August 29, 2004
Back when punk rock had a sense of humor -- oh, wait. Punk rock never had much of a sense of humor. Sure, you've got your Dead Milkmen and your NOFX. But there have always been some people who take themselves seriously, which, if your hair is green and you're holding a guitar you don't play very well, is a mistake. This is where bands like the Angry Samoans come in. Or came in -- the group played its first gig in 1978, and made a name for itself in the fields of misanthropy, cleverness, and stompy, loud music. Since then, it has been doing everything it can to irritate, confuse, and entertain its fans. Recently, the truth came out: Metal Mike, the group's linchpin, was a rock music critic even way back then, not at all the disaffected suburban teen he ought to have been. We find that irritating, confusing, and entertaining. D.I., Sidekick, and 4 Ft. Fingers open this all-ages show at 8 p.m. at Pound-SF, 100 Cargo (at Pier 96), S.F. Admission is $10-12; call 826-9202 or visit

Monday, August 30, 2004
The failure of U.S. media to fully examine U.S. motives for lurching into war with Iraq underlines a scary fact: The very people charged with watchdogging those in power are either in bed with their superiors or emphatically tuned out. In an era when shadowy corporations and a secretive federal administration hold unprecedented power, never was a common man's advocate more necessary -- or less evident. Director Robert Kane Pappas' new Orwell Rolls in His Grave bears a marked resemblance to the breakout doc Outfoxed, but here's the reason you should see both: While Outfoxed does a thorough job of savaging the reputation of Rupert Murdoch's unfair and unbalanced Fox News, Orwell extends its critical gaze to the rest of America's media outlets -- and you're guaranteed to get the willies from what you see. It screens tonight at 7 and 9:30 (and continues through Sept. 2) at the Roxie Cinema, 3117 16th St. (at Valencia), S.F. Admission is $4-8; call 863-1087 or visit

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