Some victory laps are expected, and some are not. S.F.'s agreement with the America's Cup organizers is finally going to the full Board of Supervisors next week. Many are relieved, but the manner of this victory lap is particularly odd.
Joy Carlin has directed the Bay area premiere of Body Awareness with a keen sensitivity to the kinds of remarks that can quickly escalate a misunderstanding to the point where two people might seem close to ending a relationship.
As much as we talk about economic tax breaks, historical districts, and other "drivers" of our economy, the reality is the lifeblood of our future is these kids. Schools like De Marillac anchor a neighborhood in a way that no legislation ever will.
If there is one thing we San Franciscans love talking about, it's those hallowed days of yore. It makes me wonder: Did those people back then think they were in the good old days?
I've always loved vintage kitchen gadgets. I have scoured thrift stores and flea markets for that really cool rare find since my youth. Nowadays, there just isn't as much great stuff out there. Thank God for Cookin'.
What does it mean to be a native San Franciscan? Such an easy question, and yet I was unable to get my arms around it.
Having fun yet Mister Mayor? Somewhere along the line, you must have realized that there is no grace period for this job. And worse, that there is no place to hide.
The Film Noir Festival currently underway at the Castro Theater in San Francisco concludes Sunday with a tribute to Dashiell Hammett, the author of The Maltese Falcon and other classic works of detective and crime fiction.
The Gold Dust Lounge is one of the venerable old watering holes downtown, which used to be littered with them. Now, like many other cities, downtown is turning into a glorified mall, and the saloon is being forced out for yet another clothing store.
Besides this being the possible end to a progressive golden boy, could this also be a Waterloo for the progressive movement in San Francisco?
Any New Year's run through San Francisco is going to be as much a run into the past as a run into the future.
For more than a few years, Grace Cathedral in San Francisco has screened a silent film on New Year's Eve. The tradition continues in 2011 when the landmark Episcopal church offers two screenings of the 1923 classic, The Hunchback of Notre Dame.
Legendary in the annals of film history, The Gold Rush is the film in which Chaplin eats his boot and, at a would-be New Year's Eve dinner gathering, poignantly performs the "Dance of the Rolls."
Totem takes the "we're all in this together" concept and weaves in themes of evolution and "Big Bang" lushness to provoke thought and engage its audience in one of the most breathtaking shows of the season.