I'd like to open this week's SF Government InAction with a quote from Nietzsche that I think adequately captures San Francisco as this particular moment in history: "You want me to pay WHAT for this veggie burrito? God is dead!" This is no less true today than it was in 1888, when Ni ... More >>
If only it were collectivized...The big news out of yesterday's five-hour Board of Supervisors meeting was the adoption of a last-minute compromise on the Municipal Transportation Agency budget despite plenty of complaints from a cadre of left-leaning supes concerned about fare increases and other i ... More >>
Performer John O'Keefe breathes new life into the work of a dead poet
"What's Wrong With America" indie comedy reveals what's wrong with indie comedies
Playing detective with the Rakes
Weezer's frontman is certifiably nuts. So why doesn't he write better songs?
An obsessive teen romance fuels My Summer of Love
Depression is all around us, but here's some upcoming shows that won't bring you down
The Power Out
A parade of lively characters in Dominic Hoffman's stylish one-man show
When these soldiers became writers, the pen became very mighty indeed
Week of February 12, 2002
Week of January 29, 2003
Deborah Hayden's new book, Pox, pulls the covers off famous people with syphilis. That's right: syphilis.
Oxbow drags experimental rock into the heart of darkness
A few of the pictures that document a few of the moments that made the SF Weekly Music Awards 2001 memorable. In one way or another.
French Troublemakers, nihilistic novelists, and melancholic-altbluegrass purveyors
The Pattern was supposed to be a summer vacation -- but it's ended up being a full-time job
N., A Play for None and All
Tiki Tones; Rudy Ray Moore; Phantom Surfers; Rogue's March
Verbal Prankster Mal Sharpe and his partner, Jim Coyle, bushwacked San Francisco in the early '60s, posing absurd man-in-the street questions to the unsuspecting. Taping the encounters, the dup invented a shtick that was part comedy, part performance art