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Does S.F. have any other old-school stand alone phone booths?

href="http://londonist.com/2008/01/6_years_on_amne.php">Amnesty International bringing Guantanamo Bay to the American embassy to raise the profile of the continuing campaign to close the detention center.

-- Interiors (1978): Woody Allen's tribute to Ingmar Bergman seems to have gotten lost in the fold over time (it came out between Annie Hall and Manhattan), but it really is one of his best films, ever. Not a chuckle to be found during this beautiful movie focusing on three sisters and one suicidal Martha Stewart-esque mother. Screens at 5:10 p.m. and 8:45 p.m. (with Love and Death at 7 p.m.) at the Castro Theatre; $6-9.

November 2004 - September 2007

Andrew Frame was recently named by BusinessWeek as a "top entrepreneur under the age of 30". He's aiming to fulfill that promise with ooma, a company he founded in 2005 that has a whole new take on telephony. It enables unlimited U.S. domestic calls to any wireless or landline phone number . ooma's gotten media play for a couple reasons -- for one thing, much has been made in the press and on the podwaves about the involvement of Ashton Kutcher in the company.

No, not these Chosen Ones (white Christian gospel choir) or these (psychic powers): this is a documentary about the Jewish music scene in New York by a German filmmaker/tourist, which had its world premiere at the Castro for the SFJFF on Monday night.

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.

Tickets tickets tickets! We're having so much fun giving these Frameline film fest passes away!

Live 105's annual BFD Festival this Saturday brings 25 bands (check out the full lineup) to Shoreline Amphitheatre, but Interpol has ponied up two spots on the guest list for one lucky SFist winner.

Belmont (the Utica to our Manhattan, if we may make such a daring analogy) is an on-the-go suburb, in love with its cars and asphalt, and with no time for such frivolities as . Mayor Coralin Feierbach is one of the only Bay Area mayors to refuse to sign the Sierra Club's Mayors' Climate Protection Agreement, objecting to the pledge to "reduce sprawl, preserve open space, and create compact, walkable urban communities." Those crazy Al Gore environmentalists want us to WALK? What next!

You know that crazy idea Jake McGoldrick had for instituting tolls in downtown San Francisco as a way of easing congestion? And you know how it was quickly dismissed as yet another string of things that makes San Francisco what it is-- completely nutty? Well, New York's Mayor Mike Bloomberg just came up with the same proposal to ease congestion in New York.

We're calling it right now -- cancel your reservations at the midtown Manhattan Day's Inn, cuz' ain't gonna' be no Warriors representative at this year's NBA Lottery. After 12 years, THE STREAK IS OVER -- your Golden State Warriors will make the playoffs this year as the number eight seed in the Western Conference.

Unlike Monte Poole or Tim Kawakami, there is no "will they or won't they" coming from SFist. This is a done deal. Their season-long fever has broken just in time, and the Warriors now have only to avoid full-scale collapse and they will walk into the playoffs unchallenged.

Spring appears to have, er, sprung, at least temporarily, in most of the Ist-A-Verse, so naturally, we're all feeling pretty good. (Yes, we know that spring doesn't officially start till later this month. Just let us enjoy our weather!) And that makes us that much more eager to share all of the nifty things we're up to...

Our infatuation with Tara Wray and her documentary, Manhattan, Kansas, began at the opening shot of a very energetic and young-looking woman on a rooftop in Manhattan, New York, who turned out to be Tara Wray herself, and the creator of the adventurously personal film we were about to watch. She said she always felt like she was born in "the wrong Manhattan."

Texas is thawing, the Northeast is freezing, and a sort of natural order seems almost restored to the Ist-A-Verse. Almost.

Sunday. Usually, a quiet, contemplative day in the Blogosphere. But not here in the Ist-a-Verse. Nonono! Just look below and see all of the wild and crazy stuff our staffs are up to.

Let's look back at a week in which no site in the -ist network adopted anyone from Africa...

As if you had any doubts about the veracity of our tipsters! Page 6 of the New York Post is confirming that Kimberly Guilfoyle and Eric Villency's son Ronan Anthony Villency was born on October 4 (just like our tipsters said) at 4:14 a.m., 7 pounds 9 ounces. Also, Moby is biking to a public transportation press conference tomorrow in Manhattan. They've got everything covered over there on Page 6!

The good news is that the first battle in the legal fight against the NSA's wiretapping program has been won by everyone who doesn't work for the NSA. The bad news is that internet-enabled vigilante mobs could be the next big fad here in the States. Eh, we're too busy applying a new Dasani-branded profile treatment to our MySpace profile and checking out some of the videos.

There is not nearly enough coverage of Kimberly Guilfoyle and new husband Eric Villency's muffin in the oven. We've been looking all afternoon and these are the only pictures we can find. They're like two weeks old by now!

Phillyist notes a fistfight between local pols that leaves one man down for the count. Jehovah's Witnesses get a Philly contributor out of bed, things get a little geeky with a film festival and geeky gets taken to a whole new galaxy when they talk with the Dragon Queen of the Dark Kingdom.

Over the last few days we've gotten phone calls from SFists Krissy and Jackson from SXSW, and both times they sounded like they were calling from the world's best party. To add insult to injury, both times we were sitting at a desk, working. While our SFists carouse and make calls, Austinist blogs away. Let's see what they've come up with in the last day or so.

The ever-alert Jamison tipped us off to a top-sekrit new upgrade over on the NextBus site -- tons of new buslines have been added to the Google map! Now, you can track the movement of, f'r instance, the 1 or the 6 or the 22 or the 31. But here's the thing: you're not supposed to, yet. The site doesn't provide any actual method to view data from those lines. But you can hack the URL -- and don't worry, the NextBus Terms of Use are graciously permissive, so you're not breaking any rules. Just type in "http://www.nextbus.com/googleMap/test.jsp?a=sf-muni&r=" (without the quotes, duh) and put the number of your bus line at the end. So, if you want to see how long you'll be waiting for the 31, you'd point your browser here:

http://www.nextbus.com/googleMap/test.jsp?a=sf-muni&r=31

Man, New York wins everything! According to a study by Runzheimer International and reported on today by CNN, San Francisco is the second-most expensive place to live in the US, second only to our pals in Manhattan.

Writing an opera on the subject of the atomic bomb is a risky endeavour. For the sheer difficulty of the task, of course, but also because it unleashes the easy metaphors: will it be a dud, a fizzle, or a bang? We will say: a big bang -- but while we were blown away by the music, our appreciation is relativized by some other wrong decisions with the set direction. The opera focuses on the last days leading to the explosion of the first atomic test bomb, in June and July 1945. It is centered about J. Robert Oppenheimer (1904-1967), the scientific director of the Manhattan project, and the founder of the Los Alamos research lab. Let's get some local pride going: Oppie was a member of the Berkeley faculty, as many of the top scientists at Los Alamos (the UC still runs that lab in New Mexico). He lived in the same east bay hills as John Adams, the composer of the opera. We hear that the UC is now considering adding Opera spots to the Nobel parking lot, in case another member gets the honor. Photos by Terrence McCarthy- SF Opera

Clutching his photo of his one and only true hero, Henry Chinaski, Barrespondent Drew makes it through another week of imbibing to let you know which booze-holes are worth a Muni ride.

Bon Appétit readers may remember the "Entertaining at Home" articles: Buffy and Chip invite their dashing and witty friends over for a casual dinner in a Manhattan loft. Or in their Long Island farm house. Or their Swiss chalet. Back when we subscribed, we daydreamed about the perfect life depicted in those features. We eyed the Smoked Trout with Cucumber-Watercress Cream and thought that maybe if we made it often enough, we could conjure an airy loft or movie star friends. As we became older and wiser, or at least more cynical, the pieces annoyed us with their unattainable standards and fluffy content. When one article featured—we swear to Alice Waters—a group of friends using their to get to a favorite picnic spot, we threw the issue across the room and canceled our subscription.

Apparently what Potrero Hill (or is it called SoMissPo now?) has needed all along is a slick Marina-style club that specializes in alterna-lite of the 80s! Touch me, baby, tainted love. We were at the club Mighty to check out new indie pop queen Annie, who's gotten famous off her single, "Chewing Gum" (a long extended metaphor about how boys should be discarded after they lose flavor). Cabs kept pulling up to the curb like we live in Manhattan or something, and we were dismayed to find ... a line of people waiting to get in! We don't listen to music that's popular enough to have to wait in line for it!

If you've been wandering the FM dial on a Friday evening and stumbled onto 87.9, you may have caught a dose of "the funny" from the ladies (and gents) of She Said, She Said on Pirate Cat Radio. Popvulture, Mrs. Lachey, City Grrrl and man-friends Carrion Boy and Party Robot obsess over making out atop aquatic furniture, oh-so-cute local politicians, tear-jerker pop from the late eighties, canned booze and other issues that are so important to the average San Francisco hipster.