Looking for a grand(ish) gesture to sweep your sulky English major girlfriend off her feet? Do her banking. Make her breakfast. Fix her car. Mix her a drink. Then BART on over to Embarcadero tomorrow night for a super-exclusive advance screening of the 2009 Sundance award-winning film “An Education.”
It’s the story of an Oxford-bound Londoner whose delightfully taboo love affair with a man old enough to be her father catapults her into an identity crisis similar to the protagonist’s struggle in your girlfriend’s latest short story, which she totally ripped off from Graham Greene, but you told her you loved it anyway. In a Nabokov-meets-Anais Nin sort of way.
Why she’ll be excited? The film was read more »
If you’re into music and culturally enriching experiences and all that jazz, check out the San Francisco Jazz Festival now through late November. By “festival” we mean “lineup of jazz musicians playing in S.F. until November.” [SF Gate]
What do Steve Martin, MC Hammer and bluegrass have in common? If you don’t know the answer to that question then you must have stayed at home watching Hulu this weekend. [SF Gate]
Have you ever slept in the common room because you were sexiled or had to resort to an uncomfortable cough to alert your roommates that their upper bunk dry hump session isn’t as subtle as they think? Students at Tufts apparently haven’t. [The Paper Trail]
If you decided bluegrass or the library (yawn) was a better way to spend your weekend than donning your tutu and raving to techno, don’t worry, here are some pictures. It’s almost like being there: minus the music, the people and the fun. Yeah, it’s really nothing like being there. [San Francisco Citizen]
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From flying buttresses to fine teas to mandatory nap-time regimes for all ages, it’s no secret that Europeans are better at life than us. Just ask that sorority girl who always manages to sit in front of you during your Women’s Studies seminar who, as you and anyone within a 20-yard vicinity are all-too aware by now, spent her spring semester nibbling crudités with Gérard Depardieu in the south of France.
San Franciscans seem to agree, at least in the realm of cycling.
Reps from the Municipal Transportation Commission, BART, and the ever-omnipotent SF Municipal Transportation Authority sat down yesterday with a gaggle of bicycling advocates, using European urban planning tactics to blueprint improvements for bike commuters.
In other words, a convention of Bay Area fixie-snobs wishing they lived in Amsterdam.
Three years in the making, the initiative includes read more »
Good news for all of you who have been panicking for the last four days about your lack of transportation: The BART strike, scheduled to start in just a few short hours, has been called off.
Apparently a tentative agreement has been reached with the union, and the trains will continue running tomorrow morning. Now here’s hoping this is the last we hear of this for awhile.
Image Source: Thomas Hawk under Creative Commons
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BART strike averted, tentative deal reached [SF Chronicle]
Ok, so we hate to bug you with this again, but we’re hearing it’s for real this time.
According to Jesse Hunt, head of one of BART’s unions, announced at a press conference today that workers will be striking beginning read more »
Well, we alerted you awhile ago to the possible BART strike. At the time, we said the contract deadline had been extended until July 9. Perhaps, after said date coming and going without incident, you felt you were safe from any major transportation-strike hijinks. O fair transit-goer, how wrong you were. read more »
According to Eventful, an aggregation site of local events, Berkeley ranks No. 2 as a “Small but Eventful” city. W00t. More bragging rights. So who beat us out then?
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Jill Cowan on Wednesday, December 17, 2008 06:01 pm
… and MSN City Guides can’t stay. Er, not for long, at least. Well, you know what they say–”If you can’t take the Berkeley, get out of the Berkeley,” or, uh, something like that. [MSN, via SFist]
… cold enough to snow in San Francisco, apparently. And in all the high hills from Sonoma to Santa Cruz. But … no, no. We couldn’t possibly hope that–perhaps, maybe? Down here? Murphy’s law? Seriously, if there are snowball fights in Berkeley the day we get back to SoCal, we’re going to punch someone in the throat. [SFist]
… and it’s only getting colder for the university’s money supply (or hotter, depending on whether you favor a “Financial Armageddon” by fire or ice.) You know something’s really up when R-Birge sends out a 1,843 word-long “message” to the campus community about the “Current Economic Situation.” We’ll admit we skimmed it, but that’s all it took to get the gist: we’re f*cked. [CalMail]
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So you’re drinking age now and you think you can hang with the big boys in San Francisco. Not so fast, bucko. You’ve got to know where to go, and you’ve got to know what to avoid.
Eater SF debuted its continuously expanding map of douchiest bars in the city, so now you can thank your lucky stars you’ll be spared holier-than-thou hipsters and suits with hair gel up the wazoo.
Medjool and Matrix top (bottom?) the blacklist, but really there’s enough douche to go around a few more bars. Go on, stand up for your right to drink in a fine establishment.
Image Source: joeywan under Creative Commons
Eater Map: Your Guide to San Francisco’s Douchiest Bars [SF Eater]
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To show how devoted we are to the Clog, we skipped our own Homecoming game so we could post about LoveFest, to you, our devoted readers (yep, that’s the only reason). Awaking to gray skies and thunder, we started having second thoughts about getting down in the rain, but by the time we got to San Francisco, the sun was shining about as brightly as San Francisco sun can manage. It seemed that nothing, not even the rain, could halt the unstoppable force that was LoveFest. Maybe love really does conquer all, or at least it clears skies and makes babies.
As promised, LoveFest was a rave-esque techno beat-blasting explosion of tutus, spandex, fairy wings and birthday suits. And all of this was just a preface to what many consider the real event: the afterparties. We were a little busy dancing, but we managed to take a few photos. read more »
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