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We brought this up in yesterday's Day Around the Bay, but this newfangled holiday sounds so special, it deserves its very own post. What are we talking about? Newsom's lovely hair. Going back to the days when SF Weekly used to pull public stunts, the folks at China Basin devised the first ever "Comb Your Hair Like Gavin Newsom Day," happening this Friday.

March 17, 2009 will go down in the history books, and Ryan Seacrest will be looked back on as the Woodward/Bernstein of our time. See, the American Idol host blew the lid off of one Gavin Newsom's biggest secrets yesterday. While on his Golden State tour, San Francisco Mayor Gavin Newsom's finally --finally! -- revealed his haircare product of choice on on KIIS-FM (102.7).

Jameth found this and sent it our way. And sure, it's fake. But it's stuff like this that would have us flat on our back for Gav -- well, more than any we already are, that is -- if Newsom's handlers and PR team had a touch better sense of humor. Same goes for most of the politicians cum celebrities on the Board of Supervisors as well.

WhatImSeeing's Plug1--who Mayor Newsom apparently just looooves--sent us this today. He snapped it up at SFO this afternoon. We suspect it's the head of one of those bears. Clever.

We enjoy the following review -- although we're only using part of it for it devolves into anti-Hillary rhetoric, San Francisco's latest form of socially-acceptable sexism -- because a) it turns out that Yelp has an entire category dedicated to Gavin Newsom's hair, and b) it's pro-Gavin Newsom locks. (If you want to see some actual janky-ass hair, walk down Valencia Street or sit on a bench at Zeitgeist on any given day. Because: yikes.)

Oh, those crazy hot-tubbing, wife-swapping, Al Qaeda-loving Marin County folk. It seems that now they're scalping their own children in an effort to tidy up the remaining Cosco Busan oil spill disaster. Students from Larkspur's Marin Primary and Middle School have willing lopped off locks of hair from their nubile heads, then donating said hair to Eco-Cuts, "a program designed by Marin Primary to help in the cleanup effort triggered by the Nov. 7 oil spill in the bay." Their dirty, dirty child hair will then go to Matter of Trust, a San Francisco-based environmental nonprofit that "weaves the hair into mats to soak up oil." According to the Marin Independent:

-- Van Halen jumps. [SFGate]

Cris takes some time off the Bonds case to support her lady. No one pulled out a bitch's clump of hair. That's the big news. Oh, and some other stuff happened, ahem: The Club's membership voted tonight on the February 2008 ballot and the June 2008 State Senate primary, and the endorsements are... Prop 92 (Community College Funding) - Yes Props 94 - 97 (Gaming Compacts) - No Prop A (Neighborhood Parks Bond) -...

It's back on, folks. The Harvey Milk Club endorsement vote happens tomorrow. Again. If you remember their last meeting, voting members caught the vapors, pulled out clumps of their own hair, ran around in circles, cried -- fun hysteria like that. Ever since that childish display of local politicking, all sides have been more or less civil and relatively respectful of one another. It goes without say how disappointed we are in both sides....

The search for Mill Valley resident, 25-year-old Veronica Ruiz, was called off today by police. She had been reported missing since Monday night after she reportedly went on a hike in the Mount Tamalpais area. Over 100 police and civilians had been looking for her since Tuesday morning. That is, until the hunt for her was called off today. Described as "despondent" since a recent break-up, according to NBC 11, Ruiz is "of Asian...

Yeah, we plan on running this bit into the ground. And then some. Well, well, well. Well. Huh. It looks like Mr. Van Sant is having yet another open casting call for his Harvey Milk biopic, Milk. Seeing as how are the Gena Rowlands of bit-part/background acting, we're going to attend the casting call. Again. Clearly, our picture taken at the last audition was either destroyed by a envious auditioners, or it was lost...

Oh Jesus H. Christ, this is an upsetting story. We caught wind of this today on SF Weekly's The Snitch We're (not at all) surprised that major local media outlets haven't reported on this (at least as far as we know.) On November 10 a lady was raped in Glen Park -- aided by his female friend who robbed her moments prior to his attack -- only to be raped again by the same...

-- Unspeakable (2007): Documentary about the life of Satanic Priest Steven Johnson Leyba, "ordained by Church of Satan founder Anton LaVey, is known in the underground art world as the 'Father of Sexpressionism.'" (Chortle) Screens tonight at 7:45 p.m., 9:05 at the Roxie New College Film Center; $6.

Oh my, this sounds like fun. Men of San Francisco, this Saturday there will be an open casting call for Gus Van Sant's film project, tentatively titled "Untitled Harvey Milk Project" as of now.

Harry Ramsay, a former Contra Costa County sheriff who served in the mid 1970s, went missing the other day after leaving his house on foot, and no one has heard back from the 85-year-old man. According to the the Chronicle, he has "mild dementia and vision problem" -- just like us.

The Red Sox has permeated nearly every facet of Bostonist's lives. When they're not live-blogging the games, waxing poetic about the games, thanking Curt Schilling for his splendid work, or telling Dane Cook to watch his hair, they're watching certain presidential candidates hop on the Red Sox bandwagon (sorry, Gothamist). The Sox are so branded on the local brain that people are using the Series to spice up their sex lives. Speaking of spice, Bostonist is really sick of that taco promo. And, while they're proud of John Williams, Bostonist is still trying to figure out Williams' "Very Special Arrangement" of the "Star Spangled Banner."

Aw.

-- Karla LaVey's Satanic Halloween Party & Unholy Variety Show: Satan reigns supreme tonight "thrashing black-metal bands, theremin warblers, psychobilly greasers, cruel electronic-noise wizards, 'tranceformer' dancers, cinematic oddities, and, of course, vast oceans of demon liquor" (all liquor is demonic liquor, blasphemer!) Starts at 8 p.m. at the The Knockout; sliding-scale admission.

Here's a few sports stories to get you through the bleakness of the Rox/Sox World Series

This morning a press conference was held in front to City Hall about this Saturday's March to End the War Now. The parade (grumble), which will start at City Hall and drain into Dolores Park (next to the worldwide Michael Jackson choreography routine), will be honored with its own day. It seems that the Board of Supervisors passed a resolution making October 27 "End the War in Iraq" Day. (And that day only.) Hopefully, Newsom won't wuss out and pull the resolution like he recently did with el Snoop Dogg.

It seems CODEPINK, a female-based grassroots pro-peace (and judging by the photographs, anti-conditioner) movement, recently got all up in Condoleezza Rice's face at Capitol Hill. This protester, sporting bloody hands, got a little too close to Condi, shouting "war criminal!" at her before she was pushed away and snapped up by the police. Four other CODEPINK protesters were arrested.

First the love between Gavin and his hysterical girlfriend, now this. We were so wrong about the hot weather being over! It's blistering hot today. Well, for us it is. Ick. Flip-flop sightings and men sporting tanktops in local restaurants were reported. (Note to restaurants: stop serving men wearing tanktops. Bushy armpit hair and a prix fixe lunch? It's vile.)

Remember yesterday's stabbing onboard a Muni bus at 16th Street and Mission? It turns out that the cause of such chaos was good-Samaritan behavior rearing its ugly head.

RockBandit snapped up some wonderful photos of the last night's zombie fest. They will give you the chills. Check them out. If you dare. Boo. Zombie.

(If it's "Breaking News" on SFGate, it's good enough for us!)

Who better to compose an opera on the repetitive forces which govern human nature than Philip Glass! There is no better match to write about the immutability of the human soul, as the theme begs for an insistent ostinato in a minor key, of course. His score is one of the strong points of Appomattox, which had its premiere on Friday night: it is distinctly Glass-ian, but integrates elements and influence contemporary to the civil war. There is a substrate of minor third pedals and a restrained palette of rhythmic motifs in the orchestra, but this is the scaffolding which sustains a surprising variety of colors and sounds. The leading men have singing patterns which are close to speech, but Glass lets his hair down with the women, providing superb arias to moments of intimacy, or pettiness, or even, in the case of Mary Custis Lee, ugliness.

We got word that 27,000 people made a reservation to attend this Friday's Opera at the Ballpark. 27,000! And there are still tickets left! Tonight is the last day to see Barry at AT&T park, but plenty of other divas, plenty of other big guys with supernatural powers will be on stage in the stadium this Friday, as the SF Opera presents Samson and Delilah on a giant High Def video screen with a live simulcast of the performance from inside the opera house.

You know we usually try to hoard up all the crime-type news for the Tuesday and Friday blotters, but there was enough vaguely unsettling news this weekend to warrant a post a little early, we thought. To wit:

Even though he runs without any serious opponent, Newsom's camp is still pulling their hair out over this election and the turnout. Newsom'07 Phone Bank sent us a release, with the following:

Last week's winner, the SF Weekly: Someone's angry with the Bouncer. Local progressive Adam Werbach is a Walmart sellout. Why won't anyone endorse the mayor? Cover article: the back story about the Haight neighborhood activist killed in an S/M session gone wrong. These drawings illustrating the piece are pretty rad, though (see left) -- did Matt Smith do 'em? A Hank Williams Birthday Karaoke Sing-Off???? There's a tear in our beer too! The anti-war Berkeley Rep Play is uneven. Meredith hits her second good review for SFist Ced. And Let's Get Killed screens some rare rock movies.