Arts + Culture
We just got off an Outside Lands press conference call with Kings of Leon singer Nathan Followill, Eugene Hutz of Gogol Bordello and Scott Youklis, head chef at Maverick. They're just excited as we are to eat our hearts out and listen to the good tunes coming our way August 14th and 15th.
If you’re feeling the overwhelming urge to feast your eyes on modern dance and your teeth on bites of salmon (um, no promises on the salmon, the press release didn’t include a menu), head to the Mission for tapas, ODC-style.
What a disheartening spectacle we have in Dinner for Schmucks, the latest comedy since April’s Date Night to squander Steve Carell’s impeccable timing and frantic, Clouseau-like cluelessness.
For better and more often worse, we see in Barry, his latest on-screen buffoon, a character reminiscent of Michael Scott, the deluded desk jockey he plays on NBC’s The Office. Nearly paralyzed by his own stupidity, hopelessly oblivious in every aspect of his modest existence, Barry is a tragic figure, in part because of the pain behind his manic grin, and in part because he’s so easy to despise.
Rather than wasting your weekend's entertainment dollar on a half-baked Dinner for Schmucks or the equally unpalatable Salt – sorry, I couldn't help myself – find your way to the Lumiere to catch the sleeper hit of the summer: Winnebago Man, Steinbauer's hugely entertaining tribute to an irascibly foul-mouthed pitchman. As always, here's a list of some of the finest films currently playing at an indie theater near you.
Don't write this off as a hokey hippie retreat—last year's inaugural Wanderlust Music and Yoga Festival was hands-down the coolest summer music experience in Northern California. Starting today, you can downward dog to your heart's content, learn firsthand what acroyoga is all about and get a grand dose of music in the great outdoors.
Yes, this summer has been gray, foggy, and cooler than usual, but according to this QUEST Science on the SPOT report, Science of Fog, the fog is actually vital to the Bay Area's plants and animals—especially our precious redwoods. UC Berkeley professor and biogeochemistry expert Dr. Todd Dawson explains the science behind why San Francisco gets so dismal in the summer. The next time you start to curse the summer fog, think of the redwoods first!
Update, folks: Our July issue cover poster, a "psychological map" of San Francisco neighborhoods by local artist Wendy MacNaughton, has just sold out online. But fret not, you can still get your hands on one at the following retail locations:
Books Inc (Opera Plaza and Market Street)
Twenty years ago, were you a club kid dancing your nights away to Depeche Mode's awesome synthpop classic Violator? No doubt you've mellowed a bit since then, which is why this re-imagining of Violator is particularly brilliant: the Jack Curtis Dubowsky Ensemble and strings will perform the entire album from start to finish, completely live at Cafe Du Nord tonight for Violator's 20th anniversary. So go back to a time before you were all grown up, had a big scary job and bills to pay, because you have some re-living of your teenage years to do.
I hear a lot about SF guys being unable to commit to a longterm relationship, but I’m having trouble finding one who can simply commit to a date! Whether I meet the guy through friends, while out on the town or online, what I’ve been finding are a lot of men who are GOP (great on paper)—educated, career-minded—but who flake like dandruff. Last Sunday a guy showed up for brunch an hour late, in his workout clothes and covered in sweat (all to "train for a 5k"). Other guys have FOMO (fear of missing out) and never commit to a time or place, just in case something else comes up. My girlfriends and I sometimes swap and forward these guys’ hilarious messages. Here’s one thread:
Lame-o: "When do I get to see you next?"
Lame-o: "Well, I can't this weekend. Maybe some other time?"
Me: "Oh, ok."
Lame-o: "Ok, bye."
Any advice on how to find an SF guy who can show up to a real date?