San Francisco is a tough town for live music because there's just so damn much of it. Between the top-tier touring acts selling out huge venues and your best friend's cousin's band that you've been guilted into seeing three times despite their being terrible, sorting through the chaos of the city's live music scene to find a happy middle ground is no easy task. This column is an attempt to solve that problem for you. We're going to take it one week at a time.
We are beginning to put some of our money to work as far from Wall Street as far can be... that is, near where we live, in things that we understand, things that bring tangible, immediate benefits to our communities.
Brothers follows Harald and Mathias Ramen, who lived out their lives on a farm in rural Norway. A strange childlike camaraderie comes through in some images -- the hint of a smile at some inside joke.
Litquake is upon us. For a glorious week in glorious October, San Francisco's Mission District celebrates literature not simply by adding liquor to ice but by chasing down that pair with some of the best readings around.
If you haven't been to the show Pop-Up Magazine yet, I know what you're thinking: A live magazine? What does that even mean?
Week one's assignment on the syllabus included immersing myself in the city and taking mental notes of the neighborhoods I passed through. Luckily this assignment came with a cheat sheet.
How do you define beauty? Do you define it through physicality? Through wealth or success? Is it something that radiates from inside the soul? Or is it simply that which inspires us?
The menu (lunch and dinner) is small, but features dishes of great complexity and taste. The wine list is large, mostly French, all excellent. The ambiance is simply intended for conversation.
We just finished three weeks with Jane Bourne, choreologist for Stuttgart Ballet. She was here to set John Cranko's Onegin. The ballet is both a dancer's and an actor's dream.
San Francisco is home to one of the most ethnically and economically diverse populations in the world. And, of course, our foods and menus reflect this... often taking the next step in mixing it up.
I was fortunate enough to spend the past two weeks in London and Paris. Here are my sweeping generalizations about London and Paris and most likely unfair comparisons between them and our city by the bay. Take 'em or leave 'em.
"No!" I said when my husband proposed that we move to San Francisco. I loved New York, and like most New Yorkers thought that no other city could match my own. But finally, we packed up and moved.
San Francisco is a tough town for live music because there's just so damn much of it. Between the top-tier touring acts selling out huge venues and your best friend's cousin's band you've been guilted into seeing three times despite their being terrible, sorting through the chaos of the city's live music scene to find a happy middle ground is no easy task. This column is an attempt to solve that problem for you. We're going to take it one week at a time.
Overwhelmed by high rents and the stressful pace, I sometimes wonder why I stay here. Then I unexpectedly uncover a San Francisco treasure.
From a distance, the works included in Kurt Schwitters: Color and Collage at the Berkeley Art Museum and Pacific Film Archive possess the austere look of any work of "high art."