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Oh shit.

After yesterday's fog-induced Cosco Busan/Bay Bridge crash -- resulting in 58,000 gallons of fuel and 8,000 gallons of "heavy-duty bunker fuel oil" spilling into the Bay -- Baker Beach, Crissy Field, China Beach, Kirby Cove, and Fort Point beaches (or "beaches" to some of you purists out there) have been closed. Large blobby slicks as big as 50 yards long and 20 yards wide have been spotted off Tiburon and near Mill Valley's Bayfront...

--Our sources report that only like four non-media people showed up for the anti-Jerry Falwell protest (picture above, and two more pictures after the jump).

Well, how nice! As we were diligently reading the weeklies on BART for tomorrow's post, we just happened to come upon (read: immediately turned to) the results for Best Local Blog: Reader's Poll (page 46 for you print fans), already writing the "We get beaten by DailyKos -- AGAIN" sentence in our mind. So you can only imagine our surprise to discover that your very own SFist actually won this year! Wow!

Ever want to take in some of the City's edgier theater offerings, but don't know if you should take the risk? Or, for that matter, even what some of the edgier shows are? That's where we come in.

Okay, here's the thing. Like any fine, upstanding, patriotic, healthy, normal human American, we have always been completely disgusted by the unpleasant heap that is our body. Years of cute haircuts and frantic Jazzercise have done nothing to erase the anxieties that nag us (and you, and just about everyone who has ever lived) every time we take a shower, namely that we're utterly goofy-looking. We need work. Our body's a fixer-upper. When getting a physical, our doctor can barely maintain control over his gag reflex. And by piling on the layers, we're doing the world a favor.

Every Labor Day tens of thousands of geeks, nerds, hippies, frat boys and all other sorts of disaffected rejects pile into vehicles and make a pilgrammage to one of the most inhospitable places known to man - the Playa of Black Rock Desert near Gerlach, Nevada. Why do they go? To create art, perform, party, get naked and otherwise cast off the everyday repressions of society. And to burn stuff. That's right, it's less than a week until people start arriving for the annual arts festival Burning Man. Started in 1986 by Larry Harvey and Jerry James as just another bonfire - though with a more artistic bent - on Baker Beach in San Francisco, it was moved out to the desert when the SFFD shut down the immolation of their large wooden structure in 1990. Rumor has it that some libertarian gun enthusiasts from the local branch of the Cacophony Society suggested Black Rock Desert, long a popular spot for shootists looking for somewhere big and flat to fire of their weapons. So on Labor Day 1990, people packed up their trucks and headed to Nevada. Now in it's 15th year in the desert, Burning Man has become an international symbol for disaffection from modern life. No money is allowed to change hands - the economy of Black Rock City, pop. 30k+, is entirely based on bartered goods and services. Michael Krasny of KQED-FM's Forum interviewed Larry Harvey and Brian Doherty, author of "This is Burning Man" this morning at ten. For more information, including history, tickets and tips on surviving in the desert, check out the official Burning Man website.