We arrived at 9 p.m., parked at the West Oakland BART station and walked the block or so to the Fire Arts Festival. A gathering of local neighbors stood just outside the fence, watching. Giant hand-wrought metal sculptures — spiders, dragons, machines from the future/past — viewable from that distance, and from the BART trains passing by above, thumped and shook and spewed balls of fire high into the air. We passed the LONG......

Stage Fog doesn't have anything against dancers, and to prove it we're featuring some of our favorite companies this week. ...

Rest in peace, Arthur Miller. Stage picks for this week, the VD version, with enough types of love for the sappy to the scornful....