There’s something rotten in Jenny Xie’s “Holding Pattern.”
Thinking more about Temescal Pool, a place where you can think less.
In Ellen Huet’s “Empire of Orgasm,” growth is the real cult we meet along the way (and no one is immune to being touched by the spectacle).
Theodore Gordon's “The Composer’s Black Box: Making Music in Cybernetic America,” unboxed.
A collection of 13 Proximitivist installations TKTKTKT something from Benjamin about Aesthetics and Politics.
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Where there's no trash island there.
Wallace Shawn's caustic monologue about capitalism and complicity gets an ingenious staging at Clio's Books.
More books should be like Frank T. Marquardt's “Hop Fight,” and, swear to god, we'd say that even if he weren't a paying member of this site.
Cruising for a connection.
David Foster Wallace's magnum opus turns thirty.
A Tale of Two Murals on Telegraph Avenue, Aaron Cometbus's “The Loneliness of the Electric Menorah,” and Praising the Emptiness
A review of matter out of place, at Huchiun Park in Emeryville.
A bookseller recommends a novel about suicide.
9/11 Truth Film Festival, Grand Lake Theater, 9/11
Contemplating longevity and bedtime with Béla Fleck and the Flecktones, UC Theatre, Last Week
Wozzeck, Scottish Rite Center, August 17
Like any movie in the Squad Assembles genre, "Sinners" is secretly about full employment
Please don’t be the fifth person he’s bitten tonight! He draws blood.
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Review of a free book pile: Lawton Avenue, Upper Rockridge