This week ended with the launch of the seventh and final Harry Potter installation. But while the world was consumed with Pottermania, it's important to remember that there were more serious things going on in the world, too - two of them in -Ist cities.
Week Around The -ists
Football (Real Football) Comes to Stanford
We've written before about our love of soccer but unfortunately, being here in the States, it's a little hard to get the full flavor of it. Major League Soccer isn't quite that exciting and there's no longer a franchise here. There are also plenty of places in the city to watch some Premiere League (and occasional Serie A games) but it's not quite the same as watching the games in Europe. Also, we don't like to get up early.
So we're kind of excited over the news that Stanford is going to host a game between the Premiere League's Chelsea and Mexico's Club America on July 14th.
The San Francisco-New York Neighborhood Comparison Table
Quick -- which one of those pictures above is of Valencia Street in SF and which is of Williamsburg in Brooklyn?
Make Sure You Love The Way Pete Wants You To Love
Ever-vigilant SFist reader Robert Haaland tipped us off today to KGO talker Pete Wilson (not to be confused with the former governor, or the Canadian pro wrestler) pointing some love-related criticism at local gaydad Bevan Dufty and lesbimom Rebecca Goldfader. According to Pete (the radio guy, not the former Treasurer of the Kensington and Chelsea Conservative Association), Bevan and Rebecca have done their new son [UPDATE: and by "son," of course," what we really mean is "daughter"] a disservice by not being properly in love (they are apparantly "cavalier" and "careless" parents). The two are very close long-time friends, and they intend to raise young Sidney together, while living in the same house, and while taking close care of each other, but without actually marrying each other.
Whoa, man! Cosmic Wonder Opens at YBCA
at Yerba Buena Center for the Arts. We freely admit that our first response to the show, billed as “contemporary artists exploring trance … through exaggerated color, mind-altering patterns and morphing forms,” was more or less, “Whoa, trippy, man!” However, we quickly snapped out of it, and pen and paper in hand, made the rounds albeit slightly dizzy and nauseous the entire time. Five hours later we emerged, vomited on the sidewalk and are feeling much better now, thanks.
We Read The Weeklies
This week -- with 100% less poo! Well, we hope. Last week's triumph of the Guardian was a shocker, let's see how our three competitors fare in this, the last We Read The Weeklies of 2005.

