Then we found ourselves thinking, what if this were just another penis drawing -- we probably wouldn't even bother posting it. Penis drawings are a dime a dozen, but vagina drawings such as this are real pearls diamonds in the rough.

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For those of you somehow not tempted into becoming a part of Van Santian art -- or, you know, if you sport a vagina -- might we suggest catching round II of the Leno vs. Migden smackdown? Sponsored by the Harvey Milk Club, this meeting is sure to ruffle a few plumes and have local politicos affectedly scratching their chins for days to come.

That's right, kids, it's on. It is going to be on. And we won't be happy with anything less than a gruesome bloodbath.

What: Migden vs. Leno II: This Time It's Homosexual -- CA Senate Debate
When: Saturday, November 17, 3:00 p.m. - 5:00 p.m.
Where: The State Building, Milton Marks Auditorium, 455 Golden Gate Avenue (between Larkin & Polk)
Who: Carole! Mark! And your moderator, Belva Davis! (Police Commissioner Joe Alioto Veronese will be there, too. He's also running. Isn't that adorable?)
Panelists: Cynthia Laird (Editor of the Bay Area Reporter), Kim Corsaro (Publisher/Editor of the Bay Times), Steven T. Jones (City Editor for the SF Bay Guardian)

We were wrong. Thank God. And the allusion to fedoras was not a dig at the previous general director (even though she indulged in them) but to last year’s LA opera production of the same Tannhäuser, also with Peter Seiffert and Petra Maria Schnitzer. You can check out that one here, but we like ours better, thanks.

This show blew us away, on all counts. Stage production, singing, orchestra were all magnificent. The set was (like in Iphigenie) bare-bone and claustrophobic. The set resembled a post-nuclear war subway station so much so that we expected Tannhäuser to return to earth from Venus' underground lair via an elevator. (He did not; instead a child alter-ego goes through a vagina-shaped tree contraption to symbolize his re-birth.)

Stage director Graham Vick uses the most out of the terse backdrop: it remains the same for all three acts, all four hours of the performance, and we never tired of it.

Link to OutWestArts by way of Sid, we believe. Pictures courtesy of SF Opera/Terrence McCarthy, above the chorus and Peter Seiffert, below Peter Seiffert, Petra Lang, Petra Maria Schnitzer respectively.

You know how in the newspaper biz whenever a celebrity or person of note becomes old and frail and obituaries are written beforehand so they can rush it onto the newswire the moment that person kicks the bucket? Well, we had started writing one up about Barry being indicted just because everyone was so sure that he was about to be indicted.

He wasn't.

There goes ten minutes of work that included our lengthy analysis of what would come next, full of plenty of snide comments aimed at Bud Selig, as well as trenchant analysis of the almost Shakespearean fall of Barry and the Giants and one more raging against the hypocrisies of it all. But we don't have to do it anymore. Instead, we can just go back to wondering if the yesterday's rally from being down 6-1 to win 7-6 (witnessed by a sun fried SFist) is maybe possibly the start of the Big Run, especially as the first place Whale Vagina Padres are in town for a four day series.

Nope, this doesn't meet Barry is off the hook, but it means that l'affaire du Barry will continue on for much longer than his reality TV show did. And equally as exciting.

We've grown to dread all those socio-political treatises that's all about empowerment and "taking something" back, usually involving some member of an "oppressed minority" hitting you over the head with how proud they are of being in said "oppressed minority". While that kind of stuff had it's place years ago, we're over it. Regretrosexual touches upon all that stuff, especially sexual identity, but it's not like that at all. It's way more personal than political, more "Seinfeld" than . Rothenberg's only concerned with getting at personal truths, not political.