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Day Around the Bay

Brock Keeling — Wed, 06 Feb 2008 17:09:55 GMT

There was some sort of election yesterday. [Examiner, Mercury News, Citizen Sugar]
With the makeup almost off and the little baggies nearly empty, Trannyshack calls it quits. [SFBG]
Want to see candid shots of Muni bus riders? Of course your do. [Nature abhors a vacuum]
Siouxsie Sioux is a comin' to town. We're so there. [SF Weekly]
Twittering while dining, yay or nay? [CHOW]

Da Vid's absurd attempt to make Alcatraz Island a "Jewel of Light" fails at the polls. [Gridskipper]

Image credits: Omega it's jameth, Bob Brigham

Poems By Jodie Foster

Brock Keeling — Fri, 16 Nov 2007 12:30:36 GMT

Those wacky comedic troupe kids over at SPF7 honor two-time Oscar-winning Yalie and secretly Sapphic actress/director Jodie Foster with "poetic poetry poems" as performed by a spot-on Foster look-alike. (Good Lord, that was a lot of hyphening. Whew.) She's no Meg Tilly or Jewel, but then again, who is? Anyway, check them out. (One more after le jump!)

SFist Watches: TV Tonight

Rain Jokinen — Thu, 07 Jun 2007 13:15:08 GMT

Of course, we've never understood the tremendous popularity of NASCAR racing, so we'll admit we aren't the demographic for this, but even if we DID enjoy watching cars driving around in circles for hours, we don't think we'd enjoy it even more if, say, John Elway was behind the wheel of one of those cars.

So, we'll pass. Doing 85. On the shoulder.

We Read The Weeklies

rita — Thu, 27 Apr 2006 09:47:16 GMT

Last week's winner, the East Bay Express: Vote for SFist in the EBX Readers' Poll! We love the chicken holding a sword with its foot in this week's Dream Comic. A company that puts prank pink flamingos on people's lawns (called "Flamingo Surprise"). Cover article: The Coup, along with that picture of their album with the World Trade Center blowing up. Rob Harvilla tells us his departure for the Village Voice isn't us, it's him. Good luck out there on the cold East Coast, Rob! Have fun with Christgau! Lit section. Hyphy hyphy hyphy hyphy hyphy. And SFist Eve's horoscope: she's going to "find the passion to unite what at first glance seems like an unlikely gathering of associates." That's us over here at SFist!

The SF Weekly: Vote for SFist in the SF Weekly Readers' Poll! The Apologist on the 1906 festivities, titled "Ready to Rumble." ("Honestly, I'm disgusted. This is a time to be celebrating earthquakes, not studying them." Ha!). Sucka Free City columnist (male) gives birth on Second Life. It's a girl! Cover article: Jewel thieves. Book section: The guilty pleasure of the Da Vinci Code. SFIFF. Meredith eats French! Good thing Ced's away, as we expect he was driven to heights of fury by the part where Meredith asks why a confit of rabbit isn't the same as a rabbit terrine. (We don't know the difference either, but we're sure our Gastronome does!). And Dan Savage infuriates bisexuals again.

The Guardian and the Metro, after the jump, along with the Weekly of the Week.

I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings

Jon — Thu, 14 Oct 2004 15:25:31 GMT

John Donne? William Blake? Jewel? Nope, it's the words and wisdom of everyone's favorite Defense Secretary, Donald Rumsfield. This Saturday night, the always rocking Noe Valley Ministry has a performance of "The Poetry of Donald Rumsfeld and Other Fresh American Art Songs," a concert featuring the words of Rummy put to music by San Francisco's own Bryant Kong. The songs, sung by soprano Elender Wall (as in the “singer is a soprano”, not as in the “guy who got whacked is a Soprano”), features songs ranging in styles from baroque to cabaret to pop. He's since released a CD of the songs on his own indepedant label, Stuffed Penguin. Kong and Ms. Wall are doing a five city, twelve day tour which he calls his "Weapons of Mass Distraction Tour: Faze II."

Kong was inspired to write the music after reading humorist Hart Seely's book (Seely has called Rumsfeld's poetry "reminiscent of William Carlos Williams'…(his) gift for offhand, quotidian pronouncements is as entrancing as Frank O'Hara's"). In the book, Seely takes official transcripts of Rumsfeld's statements and turns them into haikus, sonnets, and free verse. Inspired I’m sure by the muses themselves, Kong decided to set some of his favorite poems to music. Somehow we don't see the Secretary as the Poetry Slam type, but maybe come next year when hopefully he's got nothing else to do, maybe he can lay some verses down on us at Lit Quake.

Pieces of Intelligence: The Existential Poetry of Donald H. Rumsfeld

But Is He Still Just a Rat in a Cage?

Jon — Mon, 11 Oct 2004 13:50:37 GMT

Those of us wondering just what happened to one-time wunderkind and band leader Billy Corgan can wonder no more- Billy now fancies himself a poet. In fact, he’s gone all-Jewel on us and recently released a book of poems called “Blinking With Fists” (we’ll leave snarky comments about how nothing says pretentious rock star like a book of poetry to you, our readers). This Tuesday night, Billy appears at the Herbst Theater as part of the City Arts & Lectures Series for a poetry reading and a “conversation” with Stephen Elliott. “An Evening with Billy Corgan” is a fund-raiser for the 826 Valencia Scholarship fund.

And if this sounds like too much whining of long-time fans not quite able let the artist grow and mature, still wanting them to churn out “Shiva” after “Shiva” after “Shiva” and maybe an occasional “Hello Kitty Kat", well, it is. We are bad fans. Very bad fans. But considering Billy seems to like nothing more than to whine about fans and critics like us since the get-go, we’ll just consider it more fuel for his fire. Maybe he’ll write a poem about us.