A group of artists called Art for Art donated nearly $6,000 to the rapidly emerging Tannery Project on River Street, using funds raised at the group’s June show in the...
The Pajaro Valley Performing Arts Association is inviting nonprofit organizations who were unable to raise money from fireworks sales this past Independence Day to share in its take from a...
Bolce Bussiere will be turning 8 today, on 8/8/08, and there's a party at 8 p.m. in the cabanas on Seacliff State Beach. Fans of the lucky number take note....
The blog "Garfield Minus Garfield" does something very brilliant: it takes every "Garfield" comic strip featuring Jon, then removes the stupid cat and whatever the cat says. The strips are a faintly disturbing examination of a manic depressive man, with often hysterical results. Could it be that Jim Davis is a comedic genius and didn't even know it himself? After all, Garfield always speaks in fluffly thought bubbles instead of regular speech bubbles, implying that his contributions are ambivalent at best. Anyone who's found solace in talking to a pet will recognize the sheer hilarious horror of realizing that the animal is nothing but an excuse for unbridled, nonsensical self-conversation. Seriously, check it out.
May I be catty for a moment? Good. I don't get Jessica Alba. Not that hot, and totally dead behind the eyes, as if she's a CGI creation instead of a real actress. Nothing displays it more than a misguided photo shoot commissioned by Latina magazine, in which Alba is photographed in various vintage horror poses and then dropped side by side next to the real actresses . The results are unintentionally hilarious. She looks more like Macauley Culkin in Home Alone than Mia Farrow in Rosemary's Baby, and I've never seen anyone look more like a mannequin than that Drew Barrymore impression. Even in still photographs, she can't act.
I'm an absolute sucker for everyday objects being used as instruments, so it's only natural that I'm attracted to glass playing, a little pasttime we've all indulged at one point or another during a boring restaurant visit. You fill your water glass to a desired level, moisten your fingertips, then run them along the rim to produce a hollow sounding pitch. It's called a glass harmonica or glass harp. While any amateur can give it a whirl, some people have elevated it to full musical professionalism. Gawk at this guy, who appears to be playing outdoors somewhere cold enough that you can occasionally see his breath:
I was sad to leave Addis, I had grown attached to all the bureaucracy and quirkiness of the place. My visit to the Ethiopian Mapping Authority was a proper experience in official procedures. I was encouraged to visit the authority, prompted by an enthusiastic Ethiopian that I met one day at the University. He invited my coworker Doug and me to come to the government building later in the afternoon.
Roy Scheider passed away at the age of 75, a truly fantastic actor. While the obituaries are all going to fawn over his work in Jaws, what popped into my mind was the profoundly bizarre closing number to 1979's All That Jazz, and how it is now a lot more poignant than even Fosse intended it to be. RIP, Roy.
Is it, I wonder, entirely too late to draft either Mr. Blobby or Lord Screaming Sutch for the office of United States President? They compose themselves, I dare say, with such unrivalled poise, and a certain dignity befitting of the office.
The Santa Cruz Police Department just issued a notice that an attempted homicide went down on the 1700 block of Soquel (between Frederick and Capitola Road) at 1 p.m. today, in which two unnamed suspects -- both black males between 25 and 30 years old -- shot another 25-year-old resident (no description beyond gender given) in the back of the head. He's in stable condition and expected to live. The police are asking for tips on their anonymous hotline, 420-5995. When stuff like this goes down, it always reminds me of the homicide map the Baltimore Sun feels compelled to run on its website. What does it mean when murder statistics are easily visualized by neighborhood, sortable by race and gender, and updated daily? Is this the next weather report?
From Australia—land of compulsory voting, multiple viable parties, a working Federalist system, universal healthcare, cheap-as-free public universities, and public transport running on renewable energy in almost every major city—comes this easy-to-remember advice to take to the polls this Super Tuesday. I hope it clarifies your decision process.
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