*CLUB: Check out Rock Out Karaoke over at Amnesia. What is Rock Out Karaoke? Well, it mean that you will hear neither a Righteous Brothers cover nor a note from everyone's least favorite musical, . And isn't that what you really want in a karaoke night? Of course it is. (Glenny Kravitz hosts.)

READING: Sorry to throw another Valencia Street happening your way, but: author and artist Ian Philips, of Suspect Thoughts Press, reads from his latest illustrated tome, The Rapture for Big Sinners: 66 + 6 Things to Do Before and After the Righteous Lift Off . Oh, and Michelle Tea recommends him, so he can't be all that bad. Head over to Dog Eared Books to check it out.

MUSIC: Howlin Rain describes themselves as "easy listening" rock -- our favorite kind! Catch them tonight over at Bottom of the Hill along with Enablers and East Bay Grease. (Failing that, Rush is over at the Sleep Train Pavilion in Concord!)

FILM: War vets take center stage at the Castro Theatre via screenings Cutter’s Way, where gigolo Jeff Bridges and crippled war vet John Heard plan "an audacious blackmail scheme," and Rolling Thunder, a "pitch-black coming home drama about a Vietnam vet seeking vengeance on a band of murderers."

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Seeing as how the Summer of Love was the single most important event in the history of time and space, we thought it would be delightful of us to review a smattering of Summer of Love anniversary reviews for you. In no particular order, discover the music, elderly genitalia, and abundance of ATMs you missed.

-- Beyond Chron: Goes into detail about that guy who sang that anti-Vietnam war song prefaced by a spelling lesson on the dirtiest of dirty words? Or something like that? Also, didn't like the overwhelming vendors and automated tellers.

-- Bluoz: MP3s of all of the SoL Anniversary performers from the New Riders of the Purple Sage to Jefferson Starship Airplane.

-- CurbedSF: No SoL anniversary review, thus: Communists.

-- SF Civic Center: Describes event as "perfectly charming," publishes senior citizen cock shot, shows someone sporting a tie-dye t-shirt while holding what appears to be a marijuana smoking device. Daring. But not really.

-- SF Gate: More desexualizing, but far less horrifying, senior citizen skin shots; more mobile device hate.

-- Left In SF: Lots of colorful parasols, evidence of non-Caucasian types in attendance.

Welcome back to our new SFist feature, Treasure Hunt, as SFist Natacha scours the city and outlying areas for things one definitely cannot find at your average Walgreens.

When visiting your republican parents in Ohio for the holidays, it can be hard to have a satisfying conversation over the dinner table. Worry not, we found a fantastic ice-breaker at the Alemany Farmer's Market.

"Do you think you can swallow a baby chicken down your throat?" Says the young woman, massaging her larynx pointedly from behind her stand. The bright white oversized eggs are duck eggs, but that is not the most unusual thing about them. The real kicker, and the reason why the nice lady is trying to talk us out of buying one, is that the egg is a Balut, a delicacy in Vietnam and the Philippines, AKA a fertilized egg. "Don't think of it as a duck embryo," says the older woman once she realizes we're not about to try to hatch it or sue her. "Just swallow it."

We bought one chicken egg and a larger duck egg then headed to the kitchen to boil them as directed for twenty minutes. The chicken egg was probably incubated for less than fifteen days as it yielded something reminiscent of a tumorous brain. The hard boiled yolk had a strong liverish taste and veins like a varicose soccer mom's leg. The duck egg was more satisfying. On cracking the top of the shell we broke the amniotic sac and found a little itty bitty duck coiled inside. We sprinkled it with salt and drank the juice. It tasted like a mix between liver soup and condensed hard boiled egg. Then we peeled the egg and got the embryo out with its little head and wings, along with the streaked yolk and a pebble of cartilaginous white. Our duck Balut had most likely been hatched closer to the Filipino-favored eighten days than the Vietnamese twentyone days since it had no feathers.

The mix of textures between the tender meat, the soft bones and creamy yolk squarely overpowered our senses. Its gaminess echoed in our head and flavored everything else we ate for the rest of the day.

Here Balut is the stuff of Fear Factor challenges. In the Philippines Balut is a delicious evening snack, a strong aphrodisiac and even a fantastic business opportunity. And as the woman at the farmer's market explained when we asked her to compare it to an American snack, "It's like a burger, and you drink the liquid inside it's like your Pepsi." Well, as close to a Pepsi as amniotic fluid can be.

A dozen eggs for $7 served as an appetizer should make for a lively family dinner whether your parents label themselves pro-life or pro-choice.

After realizing that we were probably never going to make it past the C, G, and F chords, we promptly gave it up (just like karate, the piano, African line-dancing, and summer school for gifted kids). But our dream to rock was never really deferred. It just got bitter and cynical.

So Matt Gonzalez's new law firm has sued the San Francisco School District for approving Superintendant Arlene Ackerman's "platinum parachute" contract without proper notice. This post isn't really about that (and SFist will probably be covering this more in depth later), but please make a note of this for background.

The lead plaintiff in the case is a recently graduated high school senior named Alan Wong. Wong serves on the school board's Student Advisory Counsel, which makes recommendations on what it thinks the school should be doing. The counsel tried to bring up the contract issue with Ackerman, but were rebuffed. So Wong went to the board meeting last week, and gave a fiery speech about how the school district is a "totalitarian state." (Whaddya want, he's 18 years old!)

Wong gets a standing ovation from the crowd. In the middle of the applauding, Wong says that school board commissioner Dr. Dan Kelly (an Ackerman supporter, and pictured at right) leans over, and whispers to him, "You're an egotistical idiot and that was the stupidest speech I've ever heard." When asked for comment, Kelly responded, "um.... those comments weren't supposed to be public, and I was misquoted." Oh, that's awesome, a 50-something guy (who spent two years in jail for resisting the Vietnam War) bullying a high school senior. Why don't you just give Wong a wedgie and hang him up by his underwear in his locker next too, Dr. Kelly?