A sunset generator show on the University Ave pedestrian bridge.
Dorthy Lazard's new memoir, at the movie theater.
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One airpod in, so you know he's cool and respectful to those around him.
At Oakland's West Edge Opera, Henry James is a sick fuck.
A joyful absurdity.
Always be launching.
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Visual projections exclaiming POW! and BAM! are only to be expected.
That shit was really dumb.
An Oakland schoolteacher on Mac Barnett's “Make Believe” and the good books her young readers deserve.
At least they seem to at the humiliating defeat of the USA by Belgium at Mad Oak and Speisekammer, yesterday.
“Evidence,” UNTITLED vol.2 at Temescal Alley, the last night of it.
Taxonomies of leftists, bicycles, and transportation at Bike!Bike! West.
A tour at the Caldecott Tunnel west entrance, a few weeks ago.
A night of alchemy and anarchy at Eli’s Mile High Club
“If you’re wondering what that means…so am I.”
Who could have guessed an industry that treats its workers like robots would embrace AI?
Berkeley Landmarks Preservation Commission, North Berkeley Senior Center, June 4th
A mélange of kelp boas and poodle skirts and BART ship captain/conductor’s hats and cardboard train costumes covered in fish.
What Left in the Bay’s “Radical History of Alcatraz” teaches a college instructor at San Quentin about the spectacle of prison reform on the bay.
We went to the playoffs in Richmond and got hipchecked by controversy.
In his new book, Trevor Paglen tries to look through a machine's eyes.
Masks, power chairs, maps, and organizing: Berkeley, May 6.
House, waacking, and vogue at Fluid510: Downtown Oakland, April.
A hayseed airport built on a remote cow pasture continues its long-running campaign of undermining its rival in Oakland.
I found the best cookie in the Bay Area and tried to learn more about it. Now I'm not even sure it exists.