Does S.F. have any other old-school, glassed walled, stand alone phone booths that are still operational?

-- 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.

-- The Go! Team: Everyone else dances like there's no one watching when listening to the Go! Team. Why not you? Plays tonight at 7 p.m. at Amoeba Records (SF); free.

-- Donna Uchizono Company's Thin Air: Read more about this critically-French kissed dance performance here. Starts at 8 p.m. at the ODC Theatre; $18-25.

-- Jim Jeffries: Australian-born and highly offensive comic brings on the hilarity starting tonight at 8 p.m. at Cobb's Comedy Club, $15.

Andrew Frame was recently named by BusinessWeek as a "top entrepreneur under the age of 30"--one of the next generation's best and brightest in the tech world. He's aiming to fulfill that promise with ooma, a company he founded in 2005 that has a whole new take on telephony. The ooma hub device will connect to a broadband connection and replace your traditional phone service, leading to vastly reduced phone bills--it enables unlimited U.S. domestic calls to any wireless or landline phone number. While the hub device itself weighs in at about $400 for those not lucky enough to be early adopters via the company's "White Rabbit BETA program," bills beyond that initial investment will be negligible. General availability should happen some time this fall.

ooma's gotten media play for a couple reasons -- nobody doing business in Silicon Valley is immune Valleywag's sharpened pen, after all. Also, much has been made in the press and on the podwaves about the involvement of Ashton Kutcher in the company. Can ooma succeed? We have no clue. It sounds pretty cool to us -- we'll leave the prognostication to those tech types like Engadget and Mossberg. We're more interested in the man behind it all -- and Frame, a San Francisco resident, answered a few questions for us:

1) ooma's located in Palo Alto, but you're a San Francisco resident, right? What brought you to the city? Why's Palo Alto a good place for ooma while San Francisco is a good place for Andrew?

I was born in Las Vegas but came to the bay to work for Cisco. San Jose was pretty boring for a young single guy, so I somehow convinced Cisco to allow me to work from home out of Manhattan Beach. After doing that for a while, I decided it was time to return to the bay. I wanted to start a company with a huge vision and it required one of the greatest teams ever assembled. At ooma we first had to build the product, which required a wide range of engineering talent. A high concentration of software and hardware talent exists in San Jose, Mountain View, Sunnyvale, etc. Palo Alto was the obvious choice for the office, but I chose to live in San Francisco. San Francisco is one of the greatest cities in the world – outstanding restaurants, beautiful views, rich history, diverse communities, and colorful character.

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.

Sampaist was shocked when a passenger jet crashed into the center of Sao Paulo, killing at least 200 people. The airplane, an Airbus A320, skidded off the runway at the city's Congonhas airport in wet weather, then raced over a very heavily-trafficked avenue during rush hour, before crashing into a gas station.

For Gothamist, New York City's aging infrastructure caused a huge steam pipe explosion in Midtown Manhattan that killed one, left two seriously injured and injured at least forty others. But in lighter news, Whole Foods' release of the "I'm Not a Plastic Bag" caused fights amongst eco-trend-seekers. Speaking of eco-trends, congestion pricing was kind of approved to move forward in the Big Apple. NY State finally sued Exxon-Mobil for the mid-century Brooklyn oil spill that was about twice the size of the Exxon Valdez spill. And Gothamist has videos of their conversations with the manager and residents of the famous Hotel Chelsea.

SFist woke up to a minor jolt Friday morning, care of a 4.2 earthquake along the nervously-monitored Hayward fault, but what's really shaking the city is theorange-laced anticipation of Barry Bonds inching closer to more record-breaking behavior. Other behavior includes VVM publication SF Weekly's dismissal of their web editor, Matt Stroud - SFist has the post that booted him out of said position. And speaking of controversial posts, the Propaganda III art exhibit had many arguing about freedom of speech, racism, anti-Semitism, and other precious topics of debate. Also, local SF Supes Chris Daly and Bevan Dufty almost throw down, one automobile owner's desperate plea for a crime-free life, and SFist alum Derrick ("Obsession With Food" scribe) moves on to glory via his cover story in the Chronicle's wine section. SFist couldn't be more proud. Sob.

Londonist celebrated their Britishness this week. Their inner toffs were liberated at the Chap Olympiad, at which the upper classes compete for "golden bowler hats" in events such as umbrella hockey and "slap the bounder." What-ho. They also attended a discussion evening in a ladies restroom - or "toilet," to use the local lingo. Meanwhile, with the Transformers movie on the way to the UK, London's cab drivers have been converting their motors into giant pink rabbits. And a new graffiti artist was in town, decorating London's walls with 22 stencils of Lennon, Jagger and other musical icons. Londonist has got it all mapped.

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

Today's giveaway? A movie whose title is too risque for the Gothamist vulgarity standards! is about the polysexual rock club of the same name in Manhattan, and how much fun it is to go out dancing in New York. It's screening tonight!

There's concert footage of everyone that's anyone in the current New York music scene (we can't tell for sure, but it looks like you might get Bloc Party, the Rapture, !!!, and the New York Dolls, among many others) and some great dance scenes from the party itself.

Motherf***** is playing TONIGHT at 7 p.m. at the Victoria. Enter and win passes for you and a friend! We'll announce a winner by around 3 p.m. today, so you can make plans. And if you don't win, you can pick up tickets here ($10).

Guess it's not that much of a nutty idea.

Now because it's New York, it's instantly taken more seriously because it's New York and everything is taken more seriously there (damn East Coast bias). In a way, it’s kind of like Jamba Juice--everyone thought it was some crazy only-in-California idea and now they're everywhere. Already, the New York Times has jumped in and said it's a fabulous idea and the New York Post, not known for it's liberal ideas, thinks it's well worth considering. A poll was also taken earlier which said that a majority of people in the city support it and just from comments on Gothamist, it looks like readers are in favor.

The idea, called congestion charging, was actually proposed a year ago but is now being championed by Mayor Mike. The idea is to charge commuters $8 ($21 for trucks) for driving into Manhattan and people could pay for it using the EZTrak system or their license plates could be photographed and sent an invoice. The whole plan is expected to bring in about $500 million annually into the city's coffers which would be used to help finance transportation related issues.

Here in SF, the idea is being studied and the results of the study should come out, hopefully, sometime soon.

Even after last night's unsatisfying loss to the Utah Jazz in the SLC, 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 are playing the kind of ball they need to play, when they need to play it -- like late in the game, like late in the season.

Though now tied with the Clippers after Tuesday night's action, for almost one whole week now, your Golden State Warriors have been proud owners of the number eight playoff spot in the Western Conference of the National Basketball Association (give that line a little Cosell when you read it). And they're gold Jerry, gold!

Really, the Warriors should be about five games out of the playoffs right now, but for once, fate is on their side. Just as the Warriors have started to play well, going 6-2 in the last 8 games, the rest of the Western Conference midpackers have completely collapsed. The Clippers have lost 14 of their last 21 games; the Timberwolves 15 of 21; the Kings 12 of 19; the Sonics 14 of 23; the Hornets 8 of their last 11. Fine, if nobody else wants it, the Warriors are more than happy to snatch up el ocho. No, not that ocho pasado, not until the second round of the playoffs, that is.

This year's Warriors are proving themselves when it counts -- during the playoff push. Poster image from GoldenStateofMind.com.

Also for once, the Warriors have been helping themselves with timely, critical victories, including wins over the Clippers, Timberwolves, and most recently, Sunday's playoff-caliber gutcheck win on the road over Seattle. Even their defense is coming around.

And so began Tara's story about growing up in rural Kansas as an only child of a single mom who never quite grew up herself. The story beautifully unraveled and came back together in ways that one would only expect to happen in a scripted movie, and we were all elated to see it actually happening in real life. The process of making the film also seemed to be an impetus for this evolution. Plus, the fact that Tara's mother Evie is such an exuberant and eccentric woman helped too—we get the feeling she might've already had the knowledge that she would one day star in her own film. Watch the second screening of tomorrow at 4:30 pm at the Victoria Theatre as part of IndieFest, and you'll see what we mean.

Tara had always wondered if her mother Evie was mentally ill. Mental illness ran in the family but was never spoken about. They moved at least once every year during Tara's childhood, and Evie rarely held down a steady job because she believed "working is conforming." Tara always kind of felt like the parent instead of the child, and one of the things that Evie told Tara throughout the film was that "the best way to help you was to leave you alone." (Maybe she was ultimately right in this context...) Tara had moved to New York when she was 19, after a manic Evie had threatened to kill her. "When I stopped doing everything for her, she fell apart," Tara said.

When Tara decided to reunite with Evie after five estranged years and make a documentary about it, she said she had to hire "two filmmakers and a therapist." And boy, did they do a good job. The camera shots of the sweeping Kansas landscape were absolutely breathtaking, and the dialogue was equally rich. Tara's mother was full of stories and visions. One of the first things Evie said in the film was that she felt like Nancy Drew when Nancy had lost her earring. She looked everywhere for it, and then at one point she dropped her flashlight. When the flashlight rolled to a certain point in the corner, that's where she found her earring. Evie said that something "just has to find you."

By SFist Leanne

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

Londonist HQ—that is to say, the city of London—was battered by heavy winds, making it a bad time to be a twelve-meter (nearly forty-foot) tall snowman. Still, not everyone decided to keep warmly covered. Meanwhile, back indoors, the racism is now causing all kinds of headaches for international diplomats, and Londonist got into a bit of an argument about whether gridiron—that's American football—is "rubbish".

Chicagoist sounded a cautious note about the supposed declared candidacy of Barack Obama this week. The staff were much more optimistic about the plans to put organic food into the public school system, even if they usually start their mornings with a can of pop (they don't call it soda in the Windy City). Finally, Chicagoist took a moment to remember when Martin Luther King, Junior's journey brought him to Chicago, and talked with some experts to compile a list of the biggest sins in sketch comedy.

Torontoist had some serious skunk in the trunk. But, after taking a dip in a tomato-juice filled tub, they were able to look at ugly condo branding, get excited about mascot heads, and even move snow.

Austinist reported that last week's bird deaths weren't caused by poisoning. Texas Governor Rick Perry seems to have mastered the musical art of the "not" joke by inviting Ted Nugent to his inauguration, but Austinist is taking its music seriously. A new upscale Austin restaurant is trez disappointing, but the heroics of a UT grad student and his brother definitely are not. And, um, ice storms in Texas? Seriously?

Houstonist discovered why some people shouldn't be mothers: they misplace their babies. They also cooked up some dumplings (that's dumplins, in Texan), and taught their readers how to pick up men in the gym. A guy is cashing in on Houston's mini-ice storm by selling a chunk of ice on eBay, and some Houstonians decided who's to blame for sex offenders molesting kids they meet on MySpace... it's MySpace!

SFist was smokin' this week! David Cross responded to a review and all hell broke loose. "Gleegate" continues to heat up, and a town hall meeting went to the birds.

Phillyist is mourning another Eagles-free Super Bowl, but is making up for it by talking about sex, baby, getting high, loving on cheesesteaks, and appreciating optical illusions.

LAist interviewed LA's new all-sports radio afternoon-drive hosts and Chaunte of Maui Fever, and discussed a sexual holy grail: female ejaculation.

Gothamist reported that if you have a French accent, you might automatically be charged a tip. Which, you know, makes perfect sense. A Manhattan antiques dealer is suing the homeless people who live outside his store—which makes even more sense. A neighborhood power station might just be possessed, but there's nothing that some good brisket and projected art can't fix.

Seattlest discussed who's to be blamed for the death of James Kim and PDX bumper cars that look more scary than fun. They found themselves completely tongue tied as they learned about Pearl Jam's coffee drinking habits, disappointed with David Lynch's new film, and able to blog about all it from public transit seats.

Parisist was taunted by the idea of late-night Metro service every night of the week. Too bad it's not terribly easy to take babies on mass transit! But of course, why would you want to take your babies with you on a tour of a chocolate factory, or as you follow a day in the life of The Legendary Tiger Man, anyway?

Shanghaiist wished that Tommy Lee Jones would make Chinese commercials, too. Meanwhile, it's no surprise that China is full of knockoffs and bootlegs, but more surprising that there might be a mainland smoking ban by the end of the year. Meanwhile, both bubble tea houses and taxi drivers really need to keep it clean. It's for the children.

Bostonist would take this episode of Vendetta and Gunn over Miami Vice any day. They've fallen back in love with Allston, and might just have a crush on the subway knitter on top of that. But local newscasters are trying to steal Bostonist's heart with some mechanical bull riding that may not quite be up to sexy snuff.

And last but not least, DCist guided its readers through the explosion of new local businesses on 18th Street NW, wondered what the arrival of paper copies of The Onion would mean for the local media landscape, scolded the Washington Wizards for having ugly fan apparel for women, and reviewed a recent monster truck rally.

Compiled and edited by Jillian Ashley Blair Ivey.

Top photo by Londonist M@. Second photo by Ted Adams.