22 posts tagged “film”
A few things I'd like you to know...
Friday night I'm going to go see Dance Ceres perform the new work The Limits of the Marvelous at Dance Mission Theater. The show starts at 8pm, tickets are $15, and call Dance Mission at 415.273.4633 to make a reservation. Afterwards I'll be heading over to Dogpatch for a wee housewarming.
Saturday night I'll be at the Castro basking in the gorgeousness that is Greta Garbo as the SF Silent Film Festival presents Flesh and the Devil as part of their 2007 winter event. The movie starts at 8pm, tickets are $15, and you can buy them through the Festival site. Or spring for the full-day pass! They're also showing a program of Vitaphone Vaudeville films and, in somewhat direct contrast, Intolerance.
Last but definitely not least, I'll be DJing Sunday morning! I got the 9am to noon slot back for a whole glorious two months. So tune in while you're eating brunch, running errands, doing chores...I'm so freakin' excited to be back doing that shift! I only hope you share my joy.
Last week I alluded to the fact that my Tuesdays at work are generally pure hell, and, well, yesterday was one of those Tuesdays. There was a point somewhere toward midafternoon where I was fighting down genuine panic. But one of these weeks I'd like to take advantage of the biweekly Drawing Space gathering, where doodlers congregate to sketch away during the lunch hour. It takes place at the same Public Open Space just up the street from my office where REBAR hosted the Nappening, so its proximity is actually more of a draw for me than any need to express artistic talent of my own, said talent being completely nonexistent.
Also, throughout October Grace Cathedral is presenting a Tuesday night film series they've entitled Bay Area Filmmakers You Should Know, But Don't Yet. Last night Jen Chaiken screened her film Big Eden, which I've been meaning to see for forever, but I missed it because I had back-to-back fundraiser trainings at KALX. After which I went home and stayed up way way way too late starting to plot out my fundraiser show. You will be hearing a lot more about that soon from me, I promise. It's KALX's 45th anniversary this year, so we have some very special premiums to offer you when the fundraiser starts late next week. In the meantime the station is in the middle of a Mid-Life Crisis, where each week leading up to the fundraiser the DJs are playing music from a particular decade. This week is the 80s, so tune in and bask in the extreme nostalgia.
After an epic brunch at Jimmy Bean's on Saturday, my brother and I BARTed into the city to dip our feet in the LoveFest, which I hadn't attended since the first year when they were still allowed to call it the Love Parade. Brent was suitably reassured that San Francisco dance music culture is still going strong, if suffering a little from the interest of frat boys and Marina chicks, after we watched float after float make its way down Market on the way to the Civic Center. Personally I'm always happy to see the Space Cowboys with their Unimog, bass thumping away.
We took a break from said bass to walk up to St. Boniface Church for their 18th annual Blessing of the Animals in honor of St. Francis. While we were there a small group of companion dogs lined up to be blessed both as a group and individually, each one of them also receiving a sprinkle of holy water. Outside in the courtyard the SF SPCA had cages of kittens hoping for adoption, and Brent and I almost went home with a pair each.
At CCA Wattis Institute for Contemporary Arts - Pioneers. The Wattis is back with a bang this fall, starting off with this show comparing and contrasting pioneering Bay Area artists with the historical pioneers who first settled this area. Artifacts from the Society of California Pioneers are shown next to video by Bruce Conner, Ant Farm, and the Cockettes, and the show also features selected works by Robert Bechtle, Jay DeFeo, Lynn Hershman Leeson, Jess, Dorothea Lange, Diego Rivera, Achilles Rizzoli, and Mario Savio. In other words the show covers an impressive amount of ground in a fairly small space, and it made my heart swell with love for San Francisco at the same time.
Had Brent and I not already had plans to see They Might Be Giants in Santa Cruz Saturday night, we might have instead hunkered down at the Presidio for their Film in the Fog outdoor movie screening featuring Creature from the Black Lagoon. But instead of freezing my ass off I was bouncing up and down at the Rio, laughing and yelling along the lyrics to Mammal. Thank you again for suggesting the evening's activities, Deb!
And then Sunday afternoon we blew off Comedy Day in Golden Gate Park in favor of sheer laziness in the East Bay. Brent also finally got to play Katamari Damacy, and he now fully understands its wonder. Time well spent, with him back to Africa this coming Saturday.
Science Thursday:
iPhone hacked by teenager — duh | Newsweek | BusinessWeek |
Strap on goggles, step out of body | ABC News | Scientific American |
from the Booksmith:
"Rebecca Solnit has made a vocation out of journeying into difficult territory and reporting back - as an environmentalist, public intellectual, and anti-globalization activist. Storming the Gates of Paradise, a collection of her essays from the past ten years, comprise a unique guidebook to the American landscape after the millennium - not just the deserts, skies, gardens, and wilderness areas that have long made up Solnit’s subject matter, but the social landscape of democracy and repression, of borders, ruins, and protests."
Also to check out: new locally-made film The Smiling Man. Especially as I missed the release party at 12 Galaxies last night thanks to a KALX staff meeting and general feeling of blarth. I trust Bay Area filmmakers to do the noir thing right, that's for sure.
The evil Rovemort, caught on tape:
Why is the new Congress gridlocked? Watch the conservative mastermind orchestrating the obstruction and then tell your senator what you think.
Saturday night I joined a few hundred aging hipsters in Dolores Park for an outdoor screening of Sixteen Candles. Because I was 8 years old when it first came out, this was only the second time I'd ever seen it, the first being when Carrie sat me down and made me watch it shortly after I first moved to San Francisco. So while I didn't know every line like some of those around me, who were yelling things at the screen with almost Rocky-Horror-like regularity, I giggled aplenty at Hughes's cast of lovesick teenagers. And you should have heard the crowd scream at the end when Sam and Jake kiss. Oh oops spoiler.
I missed the SF Theater Festival in Yerba Buena Gardens this year because, well, Patrick Farley is in town, and I needed to have brunch with him. And then I just couldn't motivate. No shadow puppets, Noh, Butoh, or other assorted live performance goodnesses for me. And this morning I'm just feeling sad all over again that P's continuing to live too far away, in Portland. Jerk.
At Ratio 3 - Les Autres. Bound women and dying flowers from Nobuyoshi Araki, an unusual festival in Thailand as filmed by Peter Christopherson, and subversive photos influenced by straight men's pornography from Eve Fowler. "The Others", indeed.
Ernst Haeckel: from Art Forms in Nature, Germany, 1904
At Jack Hanley Gallery - Colter Jacobsen: Light Falls. Jacobsen works with all manner of found objects, reproducing them from memory with uncanny precision or twisting them slightly to create his own narratives. The man must have some crazy photographic memory going on, that's all I have to say. And based on the works on display in the show, I'm guessing he spends a lot of time in thrift stores.
At Little Tree Gallery - Chris Gibbons and Karen Ruenitz: What Are You Made Of? Gibbons takes black-and-white photographs of those corners of a city where layers of glued-up and torn-down posters and flyers create a unique archaeology of space. Contrasting thoughtfully with these pictures, Ruenitz's graphite drawings of hip-hop gear and couture gowns seem to float empty against blank backgrounds. The title of the show had me looking at the work of both artists in terms of identity and vision, what we choose to wear, what we see as we walk on the streets where we live.
At Giant Robot - James Kochalka: Little Paintings 2. I am a long-time fan of Kochalka's comics and art (though I have yet to hear his band!), and this show does not disappoint. 188 tiny 2" x 2" paintings are arranged around the gallery, easily a quarter of them depicting kitties of some sort. My favorite one perfectly depicts the back of a sleeping tabby, and if it hadn't already had a red dot next to it...
Yesterday after my DJ shift Aimee and Sophie and I rode BART into the city, jumped on a bus up to the Haight, and then wandered the length of the Haight-Ashbury Street Fair doing some people-watching and doggie-in-sweater-watching on a beautifully sunny (but blustery) San Francisco afternoon. So many intoxicated Marina kids. Their mothers would be proud.
Health care in America:
Watch the trailer for Michael Moore's "Sicko," which promises an enlightening and infuriating look at our health care system. Then plan to hear Moore talk about the film June 20 at the Take Back America conference in Washington.
Uneven odds: rock painting of Bushmen hunters and elephant, South Africa, date unknown
Very early Wednesday morning I fly to New York for some much-needed vacation time. I'll see you on the other side.
Impeach Gonzales:
We all know Bush was never one for doing his job, so let's do it for him! Sign and circulate the petition to impeach Alberto Gonzales.
Eclipse of the Sun: Tantric astrological diagram, source and date unknown
I'm DJing this weekend:
Matokie
Sunday morning
9am-noon PST, Sunday April 29
KALX Berkeley 90.7fm
That's right, I'm back on Sunday mornings where I am truly happy. Special guest DJ Carol this week, tune in!
Blast from the past:
Check out the newest installment of the Daily Show's first term Bush vs. second term Bush; see if you can spot any contradictions.