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Should I resign? The $20K Question

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For all the grief Kimo Crossman gets for making public records requests of city officials, you gotta love some of the stuff he comes up with.

After Mayor Gavin Newsom called for voluntary resignations from all department heads and appointed commissioners with little apparent foresight, Crossman made a records request of the City Attorney’s office for the accumulated amount of billable hours that office spent providing advice to their city clients on the legality of resigning.

The total: 112.75, according to a response emailed to Crossman from the city attorney’s deputy press secretary Alexis Thompson. That number is a “comprehensive summary of the number of hours this Office has spent from September 10, 2007 through the present date on its work and advice concerning ‘the Newsom mass resignation request,'” Thompson wrote.

Matt Dorsey, press secretary for city attorney Dennis Herrera confirmed to us that $200 is a good estimate of a billable hour of city attorney time. (Some bill higher, some lower, and there’s a range to the quantity and quality of advice given.)

That’s a total of $22,550 spent advising a swath of city officials, when Newsom could have just pointed a finger at the 10 or so he wants out.

Monopoly news the monopolies won’t print

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The San Francisco Press Club has the newsiest blog in the Bay Area

By Bruce B. Brugmann

I have always had a fondness for the San Francisco Peninsula Press Club.
I was an early member back in the middle 1960s in the good old days when there was real daily newspaper competition on the Peninsula.

I was a young reporter on the old Redwood City Tribune, fresh from a tour of reporting duty on the Milwaukee Journal and getting the local experience I needed to found the Bay Guardian in San Francisco.
I spent three years on the Trib, from 1964 to 1966, as a liberal conservation-oriented reporter under the aegis of Publisher Ray Spangler and Managing Editor Dave Schutz. Let us say that my views and reporting habits differed from theirs, but I nonetheless had a field day covering the scandals of the era.

I picked up on how PG&E operated as it worked with Stanford University and the Atomic Energy Commission to impose high powered transmission lines through Woodside and the gunsights of Attorney Pete McCloskey.
I spent late Monday and Tuesday nights covering the council and planning commission meetings in Belmont and San Carlos and later in Redwood City. (If I left early, the council s would often roll some bad stuff through. But I would check the next day and do a juicy follow story on the late night chicanery.) There were wonderful save the bay stories: the dirthaulers would scoop up the dirt in the green hills of the Peninsula, haul it in double gondola dirt-hauling trucks down Ralston Avenue in Belmont, and dump it into the bay for fill for Foster City and Redwood
Shores. And, through it all, Mayor Wallace Benson of Belmont would hold pre-council meetings at the old Villa Chartier restaurant in nearby San Mateo and polish the policies to keep the dirt flowing from the hills to the bay.

When I called him on his indiscretions, Benson would wave his cigar and say, “Bruce, if you don’t think I deserve some champagne and Maine lobster for running the city of Belmont, then you just go and vote me out office.”

I was having a field day. Spangler and Schutz were quite nervous about my aggressive reporting, but each told me in his own way that I could do the stories as long as my facts were straight. I also had an excellent city editor, Michael Kernan, who protected me. Years later, after I sent Spangler a copy of a Guardian expose, he wrote me a letter in longhand, “Bruce, you were a pain in the ass. But you were always worth it.” That was probably the nicest compliment I ever got from a publisher.

Well, the reporters and editors from the Peninsula papers would meet now and then in a hotel bar off the Bayshore Freeway for drinks. It was a convivial affair, even though we competed and there was real daily competition and the San Mateo Times of J. Hart Clinton was in head to head competition with the Redwood City Tribune and Burlingame Advance-Star (which with the Palo Alto Times were under the umbrella of an organization known as PNI , Peninsula Newspapers Inc.) This group became a press club and ultimately the proud San Francisco Peninsula Press Club, despite the sad sad deaths of three PNI papers and the gutting of the San Mateo Times/Singleton and deathly journalism until the Palo Alto Weekly of Bill Johnson. The club is, I am happy to report, still going strong under the stewardship of Darryl Compton and a batch of fugitives and expats from Singleton and Knight-Ridder journalism. They produce a vigorous annual newspaper contest, some zesty parties, the most newsy blog in the Bay Area, and the feel that there is still some real watchdog journalism on the Peninsula.

Let me make the point with some headlines from the club’s Tuesday Oct. 2 blog edition:

Media News profits up; Singleton gets $l.8 million

Rosenthal: Journalists are being eliminated

Ridder disappointed by today’s Merc (B3: what did he expect?)

Ex-Merc editor finds herself in a firestorm

Station group urges rejection of Hearst bid

Citing finances, KQED cancels ‘Pacific Time”

Clint Reilly gets free space from Media News (B3: hot news: remember the Singleton exec saying Reilly was a liar and that he would have to pay for his columns according to the terms of his antitrust suit settlement. The blog even runs a Reilly column with the telling admission. Does this count as a Singleton lie?)

Merc accounting error means cuts

Guild files new charge against MediaNews (B3: when will our daily newspapers ever hire a fulltime labor reporter to report on all the major labor issues of the day?)

In short, the Peninsula Press Club blog shows what a good media column can be. Now it needs to check and see how many reporters are regularly covering the council and planning commission meetings till 2 a.m. from Brisbane down to Palo Alto. That would be a good story. B3

Click here for Peninsula press club blog.

The amazing library debate

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Some of the folks who oppose Prop. D (the renewal of the Library Preservation Fund) are angry — really angry — that the Guardian supported the measure. How angry? Well, library activist and critic James Chaffee did a detailed point-by-point chart dissecting our endorsement. He had some harsh words for us, too. And we have some responses.

You can read the entire exchange here. Scroll down and read from the bottom up. It’s amazing.

Hurray for Sugar Valley!

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This Sunday’s the Castro Street Fair, and that means it’s time for Sugar Valley!

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Why, yes — I’d love one!

Sugar Valley is a group of alternative vendors and organizations — kind of on the alternaqueer and Gay Shame end of the homo spectrum — who hawk their mostly DIY fares with flair on 18th Street between Noe and Hartford. There’s tons of great, local-made art and clothing as well as some of the weirdest-wonderfullest items, entertainment, and carnival-like shenanigans you’ll see all year. Also, there’s some pretty neato places to sit and chill out — especially for those of us who feel faint after weathering the onslaught of rainbow windchimes and travartine nude wall-sculptures on offer at the rest of the fair.

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Artist Ms. Vera jumps ship — to swim to Sugar Valley!

Protecting TG people isn’t just for TG people

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Some interesting analysis here of how gutting ENDA of protections for transgender people will in fact render the law pretty ineffective. This thing is really picking up steam.

Better than Becks?

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By Amber Peckham

The United States has imported a lot of great things from the United Kingdom — the Beatles, the Mini, and David Beckham are some of my all time favorites. And now there’s one more import contending for one of my top spots: Streetsmart4Kids.

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Sure, it’s cute. But can it get kids off the streets? We didn’t think so. (Unless, you know, you buy one for the street kids. But dinner is cheaper.)

Going down…In Flames

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By Ben Richardson

In 1994, as most of the musical world mourned the death of Kurt Cobain, a humble band from Gothenburg, Sweden, released an album called Lunar Strain, which would go on to help situate the sleepy Scandinavian university town at the center of a swirling metal maelstrom. The band was In Flames, and their incendiary interpretation of the nascent death metal genre would go on to spawn a legion of imitators on both sides of the Atlantic.

The fulcrum of the In Flames sound was a keen ear for neoclassical melody, which they fused seamlessly with the groovy thrash ‘n’ roll that defined the Swedish Death scene at the time. This penchant for soaring arpeggios and Iron Maiden-style close-harmony leads made their music accessible, adaptable, and widely popular. Subsequent LP’s The Jester Race and Whoracle won critical and fan acclaim.

Six years and five albums later, the fire had begun to dwindle. The band had undergone numerous lineup changes, and a seismic sonic shift had been set in motion. By the release of 2000’s Clayman, In Flames was experimenting with slower tempos and crunchier, dumbed-down riffs, while retaining enough soaring leads and double-bass gallop to keep their fanbase placated. 2002’s Reroute to Remain was a different story, a galling stumble into gussied-up nü-metal pablum that introduced triggered trip-hop drumbeats and vocalist Anders Friden’s ghastly embrace of both clean singing and dreadlocks

Greens court McKinney

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Cynthia McKinney, the former congressional representative from Georgia, became a sort of hero to progressives by opening calling for the impeachment of Bush and Cheney and for courageously calling for a real investigation of the 9/11 attacks when most of her Democratic colleagues were asking few hard questions and dutifully falling into line with the imperial ambitions of the neo-cons. And for that, McKinney was attacked by the GOP and abandoned by her own party, losing her seat.
So the California Green Party last month decided to nominate McKinney to run for president as a Green. Unfortunately, McKinney didn’t bite and has resisted the idea. But she has agreed to a Green-sponsored tour of Northern California that starts today, which Greens are hoping will be part of the process of wooing her into changing her mind. So if you want a courageous black radical on the same ballot with Giuliani and Clinton — or whichever Establishment candidates the two major parties are likely to offer us next year — stop by one of the following events to say “Run, Cynthia, run!”

Journalism 101: Jeez, prof, what’s a byline?

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By G.W. Schulz

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Here’s a small arrow indicating exactly what a byline is, if anyone’s struggling to grasp how it works. And we thought anonymous assaults were the exclusive domain of the barely pubescent teen girls that occasionally drop by our comments section. Mortar shells are natural in the biz, but put your name on it. Then again, one can hardly expect so much. And here I’ve spent so long in the bunker.

I heart the Heartless Bastards…

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and they heart me too, cause they’re playing this weekend’s Hardly Strictly Bluegrass Festival!

Our coverage of the festival here.

Heartless Bastards here:


“Since you took my breath again, would you share your oxygen?”

And live:

Bad news for Ed Jew

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Ed Jew’s lawyer is bailing out. This can’t be good news for the suspended supervisor. Lawyer Bill Fazio cites “irreconcilable differences,” which in legalese generally means “my client wants me to do something that’s moronic or unethical and I’m not going to get caught in that swamp.” It could also mean “my client doesn’t want to pay my hourly rate anymore,” which, given the complexity and extent of Jew’s problems, isn’t a good sign either. But generally, when it’s about money the client just fires the lawyer. For Fazio to petition the court for the right to quit means things are probably going very badly.

The guy is not helping himself. I’m still convinced that if Ed Jew had resigned when all the trouble started, the San Francisco DA would have dropped the charges against him, and the feds might have just let it go. Now he’s facing serious federal charges, he’s out of office and almost certainly not coming back and he’s facing the real prospect of prison time. What, exactly, is he thinking?

Gayest. Videos. Ever. (Pt. 2)

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We’ve been compiling a little archive of local movers and shakers’ favorite super-gay videos, either in context, influence, or just plain awesome swishiness. (Check out Part 1 here.) It’s an webxperiment! Many of the participants appeared in our Gayest. Music. Ever. cover story from last week.

This week, local queer rock impressario Bill Picture of monthly punkrock live-act throwdown Trans Am (happening this Saturday at Club Eight and featuring The Passionistas) chimes in with a few limp-wristed doozies. Check it!

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Bill peeks slyly from behind his partner, DJ Dirty Knees

For me, “gay” is more than just a more-palatable alternative to “poo-stabber.” I also use it to describe things that I think are totally hot, really silly shit, and stuff that’s totally lame. Check out my favorite “totally gay” videos, and you’ll see what I mean:

David Bowie featuring Klaus Nomi, “The Man Who Sold The World”
Then-fence-sitting David Bowie performing “The Man Who Sold the World” with tranny-from-another-planet Klaus Nomi and future-drag-cabaret-superstar Joey Arias singing background. This “gay” falls under the “totally hot” heading. I was seven years old and fascinated by these gender-fluid freaks…

Toilet Boys, “You Got It”
Tranny-fronted headbangers Toilet Boys’ “You Got It.” Again, “totally hot.” The first time I saw the guitarist Sean, who happens to be straight, I thought, “God, I wish I was a guitar so Sean would rub his sweaty business against me every night.”

After the jump: Debbie Harry meets the Muppets, and Madonna gets exxxed

Today’s Ammianoliner

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No, No, Mr. Frank. Not ATM, FTM.

(On the voicemail of Sup. Tom Ammiano, a supervisor who happens to be gay, commenting on the San Francisco Chronicle’s lead story on today’s front page. Headline: “GAYS ANGERED BY SCALED-BACK RIGHTS BILL, House leaders remove transgender people to improve chance of passage–most advocacy groups withdraw their support.”

The lead by Carolyn Lochhead of the Chronicle’s Washington bureau, pointed out that “leading gay organizations withdrew their support Monday from a landmark gay civil rights bill after House Speaker Nancy Pelosi of San Francisco and Rep. Barney Frank (D-Mass.) pulled transgender people from the legislation that would protect gays and lesbians from workplace discrimination.” B3

Yoko Ono: Imagine Peace

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By Bruce B. Brugmann

Sometimes, in these heady days of what passes for online journalism, the press release is better than the story.
This one just in, from Yoko Ono of John Lennon fame, is an example:

Dear Bruce,

Make sure you visit www.IMAGINEPEACE.com on October 9th, John Lennon’s birthday,
for the unveiling of the incredible IMAGINE PEACE TOWER on the isle of Videy, Reykjavik, Iceland.

Please visit the site, have a look around, IMAGINE PEACE and send your wishes to join
over 495,000 others buried in capsules around the IMAGINE PEACE TOWER, dedicated
to my late husband: musician, poet, artist and peace activist, John Lennon.

Please join us on October 9th at www.IMAGINEPEACE.com
Wherever you are, we will all be together that day.

With the deepest love,

yoko ono

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Visit www.IMAGINEPEACE.com to send your wishes to the IMAGINE PEACE TOWER and join the biggest online peace demonstration on October 9th.

The website contains over 160 pages, loads of easter eggs, and is being augmented every day. Explore, have fun, participate, IMAGINE PEACE and join Yoko Ono and thousands of others at www.IMAGINEPEACE.com on October 9th for the unveiling of the IMAGINE PEACE TOWER, when we will be uploading photos and videos of the
days events as they happen.

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A dream you dream alone is only a dream
A dream you dream together is reality
Yoko Ono

Imagine all the people living life in peace
John Lennon

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The IMAGINE PEACE TOWER is an artwork conceived by Yoko Ono in memory of John Lennon.

It is dedicated to peace and bears the inscription IMAGINE PEACE in 24 languages.

Its construction and installation is a collaboration between Yoko Ono, the City of Reykjavik, Reykjavik Art Museum and Reykjavik Energy.

The work is in the form of a wishing well from which a very strong and tall tower of light emerges. The strength, intensity and brilliance of the light tower continually changes as the particles in the air fluctuate with the prevailing weather and atmospheric conditions unique to Iceland.

Every year it will light up between October 9th (Lennon’s birthday) and December 8th (the day of his death).

In addition the IMAGINE PEACE TOWER will be lit on New Year’s Eve, during the first week of spring and on some rare special occasions agreed between the City and Yoko Ono.

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Banners, posters and desktops are available at the website.

Please forward this letter to everyone on your mailing list. thankyou. IMAGINE PEACE!

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Join the biggest online peace demonstration – www.IMAGINEPEACE.com

Obama’s “Turn the Page in Iraq” plan

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Five years ago, Barack Obama stood up in Chicago and spoke out against invading Iraq.
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“What I am opposed to is a dumb war,” said Obama on October 2, 2002. “ What I am opposed to is a rash war. What I am opposed to is the cynical attempt by Richard Perle and Paul Wolfowitz and other armchair, weekend warriors in this administration to shove their own ideological agendas down our throats, irrespective of the costs in lives lost and in hardships borne.”

“What I am opposed to is the attempt by political hacks like Karl Rove to distract us from a rise in the uninsured, a rise in the poverty rate, a drop in the median income – to distract us from corporate scandals and a stock market that has just gone through the worst month since the Great Depression. That’s what I’m opposed to. A dumb war. A rash war. A war based not on reason but on passion, not on principle but on politics.”

Today, Obama supporters gathered in 18 cities across the United States to rally against the “conventional thinking in Washington, D.C” that led us into that war.

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Meet the Candidates: Chicken John Rinaldi

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The Bay Guardian is interviewing the candidates for the 2007 elections. Unfortunately, our tape recorder crapped out during our hilarious interview with Chicken John, so we can only offer his info below. We’ll be updating this entry as more information comes in. Post your thoughts or comments below.

Chicken John Rinaldi

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Chicken John asked us to endorse him for second place. When asked if his campaign was akin to a hamster running on a wheel, Rinaldi elaborated on the twin issues that he holds dear to his heart — art and innovation — by talking about innovative ways to streamline the current complexities that artists, performers, and others must face when trying to get a permit to put on an event in San Francisco.

“I’m running for the idea of San Francisco,” Rinaldi told us, and claims to be painting a campaign logo in the style of a mural on the side of his warehouse in the Mission district. “It’s going to say, ‘Chicken, it’s what’s for Mayor,’ or ‘Chicken, the other white Mayor,” Rinaldi said.

Click here for Chicken John’s video blog

http://voteforchicken.com

Visit the Guardian 2007 Election Center for updates, more interviews, and 2007 election news.

SF DocFest: “Breaking Ranks”

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By Kevin Langson

Breaking Ranks, which plays at SF DocFest Oct 2 and 3, will surely be appreciated by anyone still engaged with and infuriated by the war in Iraq. It’s particularly powerful to hear the first hand accounts of US soldiers who have been there and have changed their minds — and have withdrawn their support from an endeavor they now see as a malicious folly. The film tells the story of four Americans who joined the military for reasons as clear and practical as needing a viable economic option, to more abstract motivations such as needing to be a part of something bigger than themselves. The first part of the film interweaves their change-of-heart testimonies with footage from Iraq that correlates with the atrocities they describe. These men all seem clear-headed, assured, and conscientious, so it is hard to imagine their compatriots — or even their own family members — shunning them as cowardly traitors. The film later becomes about their plight to attain official refuge in Canada so as to not face disdain and imprisonment in the US. Their families and wives or girlfriends also figure into this story about torn relationships and standing up for one’s beliefs.

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Film subject Brandon Hughey.

Breaking Ranks‘ looming question? Whether or not the Canadian government will have the gall to make a move that is not obsequious to the US government and grant these men refuge.

More info on the film here.

Meet the Candidates: Gavin Newsom

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The Bay Guardian is interviewing the candidates for the 2007 elections. We’ll be updating this entry as more information comes in. Post your thoughts or comments below.

Mayor Gavin Newsom

www.actlocallysf.org

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“I’m not satisfied.”

Gavin Newsom interview


Visit the Guardian 2007 Election Center for updates, more interviews, and 2007 election news.

Noodle on, Earthless

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Earthless – who dat? The San Diego-dwelling Tee Pee artists play lengthy instrumentals, part free form, part planned – it’s improv rock ‘n’ roll for those hankering for more of the acid-rockin’ goodness that Blue Cheer, Hawkwind, Cream, Zep, Acid Mothers Temple, and so many other heads have explored, emerging with wild red-veined eyes. Expect much loudness when ex-Rocket from the Crypt/Hot Snakes/Clikatat Ilkatowi/Black Heart Procession drummer and record store operator Mario Rubalcaba (also a former member of Tony Alva’s skateboarding posse) gets together with bassist Mike Eginton and guitarist Isaiah Mitchell.

Oh, and get there early for the Cuts-related Apache and Parchman Farm vocalist Eric Shea’s new combo, Hot Lunch, on Saturday, Oct. 6, 9:30 p.m., at Hemlock Tavern.

Newsom loves the Navy

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I realize that the mayor of San Francisco has all sorts of reasons why he doesn’t want to offend the United States Armed Services (might embarass Nancy Pelosi or Dianne Feinstein). And I realize that past mayors have been friendly to the Blue Angels and supportive of Fleet Week as a revenue-generator for the city.

But this letter , which the folks at PRO-SF got through a sunshine request, is over the top.

Gavin Newsom, Mr. same-sex marriage, saying that “My office and the community could not be more supportive of the Navy?” You gotta be kidding.

Why North Beach works

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It’s time to piss some more people off, esp. the folks who think that highrise housing=urban density=good.

The Chronicle just announced that the American Planning Association has designated North Beach in SF as one of the best neighborhoods in American Why?

The 41,000-member organization took note of the atmospheric collage of low buildings around such historic gathering places as Grant Avenue and Washington Square. They also acknowledged the tenacious way that residents have fought to keep out chain stores and development projects that might water down “its eclectic mix of mom-and-pop shops, nightclubs and polyglot character (that) make it one of the city’s most unique and authentic communities,” according to the announcement.

What’s the message here? North Beach is dense — one of the densest parts of San Francisco. But it’s a real neighborhood, with local stores, locally owned businesses and local character.

And there are strict rules against chain stores.

Now check out the new highrises south of Market. The stores are all chains. There’s no neighborhood feel. It’s like someone dropped in a bunch of luxury hotels in a faux San Francisco setting.

If the city wants to build density, fine: But build real neighborhoods, with a mix of people, with local businesses, parks, street lfe. The highrises we’re building don’t do that.

Okay, commenters: let the attacks begin.

This shit is dope

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By Chris DeMento

Designer toilet lid covers: a stylish new commode-ity?

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I know. On the surface, it’s another pisspoor excuse for bad punning, a miserable plastic something or other you don’t really need. So, if you’re feeling socially responsible, you might want to ignore this fantastic new product . . . join hands with your fellow mans, recline in the park with your head resting on a djembe, somnolently chant and defy Time, and drop an occasional al fresco deuce. Namaste.

But for all you patriotic spenders out there, put down your iPhone and your MGD, and get your face out of that deliciously carcinogenic apple pie so you can accessorize your American poop room.

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Visit www.Toilet-Tattoos.com and check out the many ways you can now bring a little jazz to that ass. (Those raggedy shag covers are beyond passé.) The ready-to-apply patterns range in appearance from the conservative (see Wallpaper, and Classic) to the capricious (see Artist Canvas). Installation is simple. And if you want to change things up, just remove, wipe clean, and re-apply a different toilet tat. Try on a Seasonal number for the holidays. Bored with convention? Design your own lid cover and have your all your neighbors lighting a second match just to see what the fuck that is on top of your toilet seat.

You need this like you need the Container Store. But nothing says, “Welcome, shit inside me,” quite like one of these.

Chomp! Neil Hamburger at Hemlock Tavern

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What, me worried? Photo by James Maclennan.

By Ben Sinclair

While Neil Hamburger, the oldest and most haggard to receive the title “America’s Youngest Comedian,” is generally enough to handle on his own, having an act like Pleeseasaur (hardly related to the plesiosaur, ancient Loch Ness monster-resembling reptile of the underwater world) open for him felt overstimulating. Not in a bad way, as this is the humor of estrangement, but each performer so demands your attention that to keep laughing for the length of their set can be a trying task. However, on Saturday, Sept. 27, at the Hemlock Tavern, this task was well worth it.

Hamburger brought his repertoire of dark, so-bad-they’re-awesome jokes, told between spates of phlegmy, audience-snuffing smoker’s coughs and interspersed with long digressions.

He also played a game with hecklers: at one point he launched into a series of compliments directed at a few women in front of the stage. Someone yelled, “Tell some jokes!” Hamburger then accused him of having no respect for “these pretty laaadies,” so he asked if the audience would pay, in dimes, the amount of the guy’s ticket in order to get him out. An even better use for these coins, he continued, would be to stack them on the guy’s face as he lay down and stomp a long narrow hole through his forehead.

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Tenacious D tourmate Neil Hamburger stalks the red carpet at the premiere of Tenacious D in the Pick of Destiny. Photo by Simone Turkington.

Girl power – with goodies!

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By Soo Oh

Every year in September, Girls Incorporated holds its Women of Taste event at the terraced gardens of Oakland Museum to support young girls in Alameda County, encouraging them to be “strong, smart, and bold.” It doesn’t hurt to be a patron (matron?) to the cause when it involves three levels of catered food from Bay Area restaurants on a slightly breezy Saturday night in the East Bay.

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