Does Governor Blagojevich know how bad his hair is? If he’s been too busy lately to watch late night comedy maybe someone should send him a note suggesting he reconsider his locks.
You’d be surprised at the number of people who harbor a latent desire to sit in a dark theater with a few hundred strangers and sing in chorus, “You Are Sixteen, Going On Seventeen.”
Nothing unites folks more than shared nostalgia. Reliving some of your favorite childhood things along with a roomful of stranger bonds the crowd, swiftly and inextricably.
And, in this crummy economy, maybe knowing that a gaggle of spunky kids had to wear drapes for play clothes -- and still managed to escape the Nazis, can make us feel a little better about thrift.
Fresh off his disappointment at the tepid reception that greeted The Fountain, his 2006 tale of immortal love starring fiancée Rachel Weisz, director Darren Aronofsky went back to the drawing board and perused a list of ideas he’d come up with in film school. It was there that The Wrestler, his astonishing new drama about a W.W.E.-style ring warrior sputtering down the stretch of a hard life and punishing career, was born.
Aronofsky, who admits to being the furthest thing from a wrestling aficionado, found himself struck by the countless stories of men who rose to fame in the sport by mercilessly abusing their bodies with performance-enhancing drugs and acts of pure physical torture. He was stunned that nobody had tackled the subject in a movie.
While pledging to buy local all year can be a rather severe lesson in restraint (fresh raspberries should never be passed up, even in December), buying local for the holidays can be like the best sort of treasure hunt. And with as much talent as there is in the Bay Area, you're bound to come away with thoughtful and unique gifts for the whole list. Don't know where to start? How about ceramics from Oakland based artist Whitney Smith? Her sprout vases are perfect for a stem of daffodil (seasonal/local be damned!) or just as a cluster on a mantle. See more of Smith's work here, or stop by BellJar in the Mission to sit some in person.
'Tis the season for "best of" music lists around the web. We've got one of our own to add to the mix - our roundup of what we think are the seven best songs to come out of the Bay Area this year. So listen up, and then go out and support these bands immediately. (Read: catch them before they're playing mega tours and you're paying stupid ticket prices to support things like light shows, pyrotechnics and RVs).
Here's the list.
At 8 p.m. last Saturday, in a pitch-black St. Ignatius Church, an audience of some 1,300 people sat motionless in the dark. What kept us that way was was 12 male voices, unaccompanied by anything but candlelight and including one astonishing soprano, singing 15th-century plainsong. I couldn't get a photo, of course, so the above shot (of Chanticleer rehearsing before the show) will have to do. There's something about this music that made me think, Why bother with anything else that's been composed in the last, oh, six hundred years?
With all the sales going on already, it seems after Christmas is bound to be a madhouse this year. Start getting your elbows in shape now with deal wrastlin' at Branch's Warehouse Sale this Saturday. Pretty much everything will be 25% off, so you can be sure to stuff all your stockings with extra home decor care. And to sweeten the pot, expect a free mystery gift with any purchase - oohlala. It's all going down Saturday 11 to 6 at 245 S. Van Ness Ave, Suite 304 (in the Post Tool Building).
Love Bytes: No more "googling" of perspective dates or mates for Marissa Mayer (head Google gal and a Board of Trustees member for both the SF Ballet and SFMOMA) and Zachary Bogue (lawyer, real estate broker and both a Harvard and Georgetown Law grad). The dashing duo announced their betrothal to 350 friends and family last weekend during a holiday-themed soiree at Marissa's Peninsula residence.
You needn't pack your Outback and hightail it all the way to the farthest reaches of the Lost Coast for a refuge from the hustle and bustle of San Francisco living. In fact, as little as an hour's drive east will land you in the remote and rustic Lockeford, a blink-and-you'll-miss-it kind of place encapsulated by cherry tree orchards and wide expanses of nothingness. This classic Delta town has just one of everything--one bank, one market, one antique store and one perfectly charming inn. And the inn in itself--chock full of history and quirks of its own--is enough of an excuse for a weekend jaunt to Lockeford.
With Christmas only a week away, we decided it was high time to find a present for ourselves—and, of course, you! We realize with all the shopping, wrapping and packing for far-flung travels, we’re all about as relaxed as shrimp on a treadmill (Google the YouTube video, and you’ll see what we mean.) That’s why we’ve gathered our top seven picks for recession-proof spa deals around town. Wallets may be shrinking, but the holiday spirit prevails!
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