Who knew watching cold treats dissolve would be so entertaining? Is The Life & Death of Ice Cream about the temporal nature of existence...or is it simply an ode to lost Creamsicles? Next up from the geniuses at MindPie: this is the way the grass grows?
Oh, Mary! The girls spend Christmas in a homeless shelter.
REVIEW There's something about performing old television shows (i.e. "The Twilight Zone") on a bare-bones stage two feet from the front row that accentuates what was good about them in the first place--the snappy dialogues, the solid story construction, the tinge of the absurd. Read more »
Guess who got an Icanhascheezburger T-shirt for the holidays? You motherfuckers are jealous.
We got some serious cat lovers over here, but we still haven't managed to convince our copy editors to make "kittehs" instead of "kitties" a part of our official in-house style. Maybe if enough readers leave comments supporting the change, our rigid copy desk will lighten up a little.
A portrait of Queen Elizabeth by Christina Empedocles was stolen from its perch over a toilet just before the bar opened for the show.
By Stacy Martin
For one night only, the three bathrooms at one of San Francisco’s all-time favorite leather bars were multipurposed into mini-fine-art galleries. “Walls of Glory,” a temporary, site-specific installation at the Eagle Tavern debuted at 7 p.m. on Wednesday, Dec. Read more »
Wow, let's lay down the gauntlet to network (and cable) TV, Webcasters, or whatev to top the wonderfully weirdness of this Pee-Wee's Playhouse Christmas special. Where are these surreal moments on holiday TV today, pray tell? Read more »
You may have heard of Global Green: it’s the US affiliate of Mikhail Gorbachev’s brainchild Green Cross International, an organization with the hazy but admirable goal of a “sustainable and secure future”. However, odds are that you haven’t heard they’re throwing a party in San Francisco for the third year in a row, because it’s a highly exclusive event. Tickets to attend the cocktail party are $250,. Read more »
Jonathon Keats did not fail philosophy by any stretch. But it failed him. Frustrated with Science’s inability to account for the very uncertainty it breeds, disconcerted by elaborate, infinitesimally ornate re-explanations of theoretically problematic anomalies embedded in the canon, tired of the validity namegames and the cyclical limits of Rationalism, the scholarly Keats has turned away from the strictures of logic and embraced another mode altogether: making art of his arguments. Read more »