The San Francisco Street Food Festival was another success this year. Dozens of vendors with original, unheard-of creations, such as deep fried mac and cheese on a stick, black pea paste pancakes, and Korean quesadillas. Then there was the comfort foods we've grown accustomed to, like creme bruleé, shrimp rolls, and pound cake. Photographs by Mabel Jimenez.
Buried deep down in the very core of our hearts is the passion to perform. We secretly want to dress in 1960s get-up, strap on a ukulele, and do Tiny Tim covers. No? Maybe that's just us. However, we can all agree on the burning desire to perform and create art. The hard part (besides mustering up the courage to show the world our undeniable talent) is finding a comfortable, acceptable, and supportive audience. That's were Smack Dab enters the picture. A monthly open mic that's everything we just described and more. Regardless of your orientation, age, or gender, everyone gets their five minutes of fame. Along with the performers signing up beforehand is a featured artist who changes monthly. A recent featured artist was Fleigh, a ukulele duo composed of Flynn DeMarco and Leigh Crowe. Flynn + Leigh = Fleigh.More
Believing writers should be read and not viewed, John Steinbeck rarely made appearances. However, he made an exception for an unusual 20th Century Fox film anthology based on stories by another American author he admired. O. Henry's Full House (1952) paired five popular studio directors, including The Big Sleep's Howard Hawks and True Grit's Henry Hathaway, with five short scripts dealing with crime, poverty, illness, and, in a very ironic way, the spirit of holiday giving. Combine Full House with The Curse of the Cat People (1944), a peculiar winter's tale about a lonely young girl whose overactive imagination steers her toward tragedy, and you've got a perfect Noir City Xmas. Host Eddie Muller is revealing 2015's Noir City lineup, including the two movies most recently preserved for posterity by the Film Noir Foundation, and introducing a short documentary featuring the festival.More
Thousands descended onto Post Street through Japantown during the J-Pop Summit Festival from July 19-20. The celebration of Japanese Pop culture and Japanese Heritage attracted residents and visitors from all over the world. Photographs by Christopher Victorio.
At this point, MGM’s 1939 The Wizard of Oz is so inextricably tangled up with L. Frank Baum's novels that any new adaptation of his work inevitably references the visual motifs, characterizations, and music of Victor Fleming's film.
Despite its distributor's best efforts, Christian Petzold's Barbara was not nominated for Best Foreign Language Film at the 2013 Oscars -- and even if it had made the cut, it probably wouldn't have bested Haneke's Amour.
On any given Wednesday night, 51 or so weeks out of the year, Housepitality presents top-notch house and techno to a packed club that parties like it's the weekend. The guests are always at the top of their game, but occasionally Housepitality books someone who could just as easily be a Friday or Saturday night headliner — like John Tejada, in this case. Tejada, based in L.A., has been active since the mid '90s, producing Detroit-flavored techno and tech-house with a Californian flair. Tejada has a real knack for melodic complexity; unlike the raw, stripped-down sound that has been the flavor du jour lately, Tejada's sound is rich, textured, and layered, like light coruscating through a prism. Joining him are Deep Crates, a local DJ duo with remarkable crate-digging skills, as you might imagine. Another pair of locals, Heather B. and Mike Frugaletti, will be holding it down in the back room Groove Lounge.More
Nerd Nite is a monthly event that celebrates the joys of intellectual discovery and booze. This November the nerds of S.F. are taking over the rock club Rickshaw Stop for three lectures: one on genomes, one on the history of vibrators, and one on brains. It's up to you to figure out how they all fit together! (Hint: The brain is the largest erogenous zone, and it's made by genes.) The talks will be presented by Ph.D. holders Moises Bernal, legendary sexpert Carol Queen, and Erica Warp, over cocktails and with musical interludes by Alpha Bravo. Despite being a drinking-friendly event, it's open to all ages.
There's snow in the forecast at Aquarium of the Bay! On two special days, our river otters will delight in a winter white treat as we add snow to our North American river otter gallery. Join us on Dec. 24 and Dec. 31 to see our otters romp and roll in the holiday snow. With over 600 pounds of snow being added, Shasta, Baxter, and Ryer will get to explore, play, dig, (and eat) in a winter wonderland as a fun treat to end the year.More
Save 20-50% on Red Hot Patriot: The Kick-Ass Wit of Molly Ivins at Berkeley Rep! Two-time Tony and Oscar nominee Kathleen Turner is all smarts and sass as the brassy, sharp-witted political journalist. “Wonderful, entertaining and illuminating,” raves Huffington Post. As a reader of SF Weekly, you can save 20% (50% if you’re under 30!) on all four performances from December 18-20. Just use the code SF WEEKLY online (or click here) and save!More
San Francisco's political spectrum is famously wafer thin; the rancorous distinction between pro-business moderates and huarache-shod progressives vanishes upon reaching Sacramento, where legislators from elsewhere in the state unashamedly eat meat and wear cowboy hats in their official photos.
Dear everyone, it looks like we owe you all a huge apology. There we were last week, thinking that having a sense of humor about the fact that we live on a gigantic fault line was infinitely better than stressing ourselves out to the point of constant anxiety about the next Big One. But then our friends over at SFist said that listing songs to drown out that annoying emergency siren was both "infuriating" and "inane" -- you know, because "people die and stuff" in earthquakes. We're infinitely grateful that they pointed this out, since we previously had no idea that the situation was so darn grave. Mortified, we immediately retreated to a room in the basement for 24 hours to meditate and do penance. When we emerged, cleansed, we felt it was only right and natural to respond to SFist by writing one of the lists they suggested. So here, for you all, and for the delicate sensibilities of SFist, are the top eight songs to listen to while punching yourself in the face. You can thank us later.
8. "Straight Edge," Minor Threat
We're easing you in with this one because it's only 46 seconds long, and that seems like a good length of time to figure out whether you like pounding on your own chops or not. If after the first few blows, you're enjoying yourself and feeling truly masochistic, feel free to follow Ian MacKaye's instructions in this song and also deny yourself the illicit pleasures of sex, drugs and booze. Is everyone having a good time yet? We sure are!
7. "Party Hard," Andrew W.K.
Thought we were inane last week? We scoff at thee! Now, this is truly empty-headed! If you were in any doubt about the fun to be had while injuring yourself, just check out the inspirational cover of W.K.'s "I Get Wet" album. He's bleeding and everything! Hear that, SFist? "We will never listen to your rules"! We'll bet your moms are really scared right now.
6. "Smack My Bitch Up," Prodigy
Nothing like a bit of rampant misogyny to get us all ramped up to the point of mindless violence. Oh, and vomiting. Vomiting makes us angry too because it's just so icky. Try not to gag on your own knuckles during this one.
5. "Womanizer," Britney Spears
This song makes us feel like we're living in that part of Zoolander where he gets brainwashed to kill, via the medium of Frankie Goes To Hollywood. The only way to fix that maddening chorus plugging away at your cranium like an over-charged drill is to slap yourself silly. Trust us. We once saw a burly delivery guy taking kegs into a bar on Sixth street, singing this really loudly and looking really annoyed about the whole thing. We laughed at him, not with him, and that was bad.
4. "Fault And Fracture," Converge
The joy with this is that Converge hurts your face before you've even done anything to yourself -- so hitting yourself while listening to them is the aural equivalent of moving from regular sex to the tantric kind. Spiritual!
3. "Islands In The Stream," Dolly Parton and Kenny Rogers
"Peace unknown," "tender love," "dedication," and feeling "no pain" and "soft inside"? This might well tip you over the edge of face-punching into actually putting your head through a goddamn window. Also, "everything means nothing if you've got no one," apparently, so this is dedicated to all the single face-punchers out there. Oh Dolly, not even your adorable giggling here can possibly make this okay. Or your perfectly-groomed white beard, just sitting there all neat on your orange face, Rogers. Frankly, we just resent it.
The hatred we feel towards Russell Brand's missus knows no bounds every single time we hear this ode to faux-lesbianism. And the level of coyness on display in this video (puppies, pillow fights, and stuffed animals, anyone?) does nothing but fill us with undistilled rage and confirm one thing, and one thing only: Katy Perry is the devil. If you're not frustrated enough to smack yourself in the face while listening to this, you are probably the Dalai Lama.