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Summer of Love Schedule

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This Sunday September 2nd, from 9am – 6pm at Speedway Meadows in Golden Gate Park more than 100 ’60s music icons will take the stage to celebrate the 40th anniversary of the Summer of Love. The Council of Light and 2b1 Multimedia Inc. is producing the FREE (with a flower in your hair) event open to everyone.

Special surprise guests are expected, but below are all the rockin’ ones listed so far. Some of the guest master of ceremonies will be Wavy Gravy, Woodstock festival producer Artie Kornfeld and poet Lenore Kandel of the “Love Book.”

After the jump, the listed schedule

Do Bad (Burning) Boyz have good cop karma?

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By Sarah Phelan
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If you can’t afford to go to Burning Man, how about an overnighter at the Pershing County jail?

The Reno GazetteJournal reports that 35-year-old San Francisco resident Paul Addis was booked into Pershing County Jail on suspicion of arson and possession of illegal fireworks after the 40-ft high Burning Man icon got torched in the wee hours of Tuesday, four days ahead of the scheduled burn.

But did “Burning Man burning” Addis foretell his 2007 self-immolation four years ago in an essay called “Good Cop Karma,“?
And if “Good Cop Karma” Addis is “Burning Man burning” Addis, then Pershing County sheriff better beware: because “Good Cop Karma” Addis describes taunting San Francisco police with,er, a giant black dildo before being let go, after being wrongfully accused–a happy ending he chalked up to “good cop karma,” natch.

It’s not yet clear what kind of karma “Burning Man burning” Addis has with sheriffs, but when we checked earlier today, visitors to the Pershing County sherrif’s department website were being greeted with a reggae riff of “Bad Boyz.”

Castro: Muerto?

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By Stephen Torres

UPDATE: 8/27 — Castro still not officially dead. Sorry, Perez!

The poison pen of notorious blogger Perez Hilton has apparently sealed the end of Cuban dictator Fidel Castro. According to the celebrity mudslinger’s eponymous website, www.perezhilton.com, the infamous leader is dead.

Rumors of his death have been circulating for awhile now, but due to Hilton’s reputation for leaking celebrity gossip before anyone else, including veterans of the gossip biz, the interest of the media and Cuban Americans alike has been piqued. Apparently, Miami is afire with the news.

Hilton is of Cuban descent and stands by his source, claiming it is only a matter of time before the Cuban government concedes the truth.

We want to know: What does it mean for the state of our world when news outlets get their tips from PhotoShop-happy celebrity bloggers?

Oh yeah, and we guess Castro (alleged?) death is important too.

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The crazy part is that this “news” comes by way of Hilton instead of the AP and that people take this Hedda Hopper of the Internet as a serious source. The fact that I write about this as bog posting only continues this dubious gossip mill.

For an inside glimpse at Hilton and his thoughts on journalistic responsibility and his place in the media firmament. Check out the latest issue of the delectable BUTT Magazine on newsstands now.

Awesome hair

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by Deborah Giattina

Last night I saw Imaad Wasif’s latest band Two Part Beast open for Brian Glaze and the Yeah Yeah Yeahs at the Fillmore. The trio includes drummer Adam Garcia of Timonium and a really cool bass player named Bob.

During their set, someone yelled out “You have awesome hair!”

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I’ve been watching Imaad thrash around on stage for, gosh, at least 10 years now and I can attest that his hair has always been truly awesome, whether he was playing in Alaska!, New Folk Implosion, or that Cars cover band I saw at a party one night.

And, apparently, his early days playing weird angular-sounding chords in Lowercase, a really intense kind of old-school emo duo with drummer Brian Girgus, has served his songwriting well. The show was passionate, the songs a mixture of beautiful and moody hard rock. Check out some demos on myspace.

Imaad has been touring with the Yeah Yeah Yeahs as a second guitarist since last year. It was my first time seeing the fasttrack-to-fame Brooklyn band at all, and I couldn’t take my eyes off of the magnetic Karen O, so don’t ask me what everyone else was doing for the rest of the night.

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Be-in pre-Summer of Love event

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Be human
We live in no less confusing times than our counter-culture progenitors of the ’60s did. Last Sunday, August 18th the commemorative Summer of Love event that was scheduled was postponed due to complicated permitting procedures. The postponed event is not to be mixed up with the September 2nd, blockbuster event, which is still on. There is a pre-love event this Friday, a revival of the “Human Be-in” event that took place on the foggy Golden Gate polo field on January 14, 1967 and eventually went down in history as a defining moment of the decade. Folks who were actually there (though might not actually remember it) will be in attendance: folkie Country Joe McDonald, Grateful Dead manager Rock Scully, pro-pot former District Attorney Terence Hallinan, pirate radio DJ and Buddhist thinker Scoop Nisker, our very own editor and publisher of the Bay Guardian Bruce Brugmann and many more will participate in the “be-in.” Several hundred of the Council of Light members, who have been organizing the September 2nd 40th anniversary event, will be there too. Eric Christensen, a former KGO TV producer, moderates. The Eye Witness Blues Band performs.
8 p.m., free
2b1 Multimedia
3075 17 St., SF
www.2b1records.com/summeroflove40th

Chronicle hits Burning Man…badly

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By Steven T. Jones
The San Francisco Chronicle leads the Sunday paper with a hit piece on Burning Man, wrapping several disparate points under the implied thesis that there is financial corruption in the organization. But the journalism and logic employed by writer Justin Berton and his editor is so bad and misleading that it says more about the Chronicle than Burning Man.
The most egregious example is the pull quote that leads the full-page jump: “This is not a financially healthy organization. If I were a donor, I’d think long and hard before I sent money their way,” Sandra Muniutti, Charity Navigator analyst.
It sounds as if she’s talking about Black Rock City LLC, which stages the event, rather than the event’s nonprofit wing, Black Rock Arts Foundation, which she analyzed. (Full disclosure: my girlfriend Alix Rosenthal is on the BRAF advisory board, although most of my knowledge on this issue comes from years of reporting work I did for the Guardian and my own attendance at Burning Man).
It’s classic bait-and-switch journalism, conflating two organizations to make a point. It’s also bad journalism because it lacks context on why BRAF gave just 27 percent of their revenue to artists. Here’s the context: most of BRAF’s work has been to place artwork that already been built — in most cases with art grants from BRC — around San Francisco, a task at which BRAF has been more successful in recent years than any group in town.
But the Chronicle, by dishonest implication, would have you believe just the opposite is true.

August 19th Summer of Love Event postponed

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The Summer of Love event scheduled for Speedway Meadows this Sunday August 19th has been postponed due to scheduling conflicts. It is being rescheduled for late October. For more information on this event in October call (415) 845-5011.

There is a separate Summer of Love event hosted by Council of Light and 2b1 Multimedia inc. that is scheduled in Speedway Meadows for September 2nd that will go on as planned. Click on the continued reading link below to read the current press release about a pre- Summer of Love “Witness to the Human Be-In, Forum” happening next Friday, August 24th.

WOW, a slice of Black Rock City

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By Scribe
These are frantic days for many Burning Man artists, a stressful race to the finish line that is next week’s departure for Black Rock City. I got the call from my old camp, Opulent Temple, that they needed some extra minions so I agreed to help out with their impossibly ambitious project: a massive 10-foot tall steel “star” stage (which is actually five stages, all cut and welded from scratch) and a huge open air bamboo dome. I’d already put in a few recent work days on the stage at the Box Shop on Hunter’s Point (where I’d spent more than nine months reporting this story a couple years ago), so I opted to head out to the West Oakland Warehouse (WOW) to do some dome work and peak in on some other projects, particularly “Crude Awakening” by Dan Das Mann and Karen Cusolito, who are most widely known around SF as the sculptors of Passage, which now resides near the Ferry Building.
It was like stepping into another world.

My sister’s a fucking rockstar

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By Molly Freedenberg

Yeah, yeah, I know, your sister’s in a band too, and she plays at local venues and has Myspace stalkers from Wisconsin, just like mine. But does your badass bass-playing sister have a nationally distributed album coming out on August 21? No? I didn’t think so.

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Photo by Romy Suskin.
Sally Hope does wear shoes on stage, I swear.

See, my sister’s in this band called Poets and Pornstars. They’re classic rock-n-roll, in the vein of Joan Jett and the Rolling Stones, with a little G’N’R thrown in for good measure, and they’re actually really fucking good. And yes, I may be biased, but if I didn’t actually like her music, I wouldn’t lie about it on a public blog – I’d just buy her album and shut the fuck up.

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Me and sis, who’s just pretending to be drunk and passed out.

Instead, I’m telling you to go to their Myspace page, check out some tunes, and then, on August 21, visit your local record store and purchase their self-titled debut. Or keep an eye out for them while they’re on tour with Tesla. And yes, I know, Tesla, ha ha. But is your sister touring with Tesla? No? Suckers.

Monster Squaddin’: a mash note

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By Sam Devine

So the City just killed Halloween (although, in all fairness, they had plenty of help from a few masked assailants and some assorted weaponry), but there may be hope for the haunted holiday yet. As long as you’ve got a DVD player.

What is surely the funniest and most watch-able monster movie of all time, “The Monster Squad,” (originally released in 1987) has just been dubbed a “cult classic,” and been re-released on DVD. In it, all the old-school Universal movie monsters – Dracula, the Mummy, the Wolf Man, the Creature from the Black Lagoon, Frankenstein’s Monster – return to claim a sacred amulet that can forever alter the balance of power between good and evil. And a group of Junior High kids are the only ones that remember the special ways to kill these monsters.

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(Sound silly? All right hotshot: how many ways are there to kill a Werewolf? Would an accident with power tools do it? What about falling out of a window – onto a bomb? Isn’t a silver bullet the only way? The really silly thing is that a lot of us carry around arcane monster knowledge. Hell, the president couldn’t find his ass with a map, but it’s a safe bet he can help you out with your Werewolf problem: “See, whatcha do is… you get a silver bullet. It’s like the reverse of Iraq, heh. see. Where there is no silver bullet. Heh. Learned that from my buddy Lon Chaney – I call ‘im Lonny, heh, for short.”)

Get yer bootie to Bootie

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By Molly Freedenberg

Mash-ups are a special kind of math: the whole is greater than the sum of its parts. While I like dancing to Britney Spears (her early years) as much as the next thirteen-year-old-masked-as-an-adult, and while Bon Jovi fills me with a juvenile joy few other bands can evoke from me, hearing the two mixed together is something else entirely: I wouldn’t say transcendent, because I have no illusions that pop music (and dance music, for the most part) is best when taken at face value. But when two songs are combined, I find a supreme satisfaction – and, at the very least, entertainment – in the audial surprises that are born of the alchemy. And if each individual track is one I want to hear anyway? All the better.
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Baby abuse is funny

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By Gazelle Emami

Remember stoichiometry? It tells us the relationship between certain reactants and products. Like two parts hydrogen plus one part oxygen equals water. Diet coke plus Mentos equals explosion. And a baby eating a lemon equals hilarious.

Reggae on the River: “We tried”

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By Molly Freedenberg

Remember way back when a group of disillusioned Burners decided to challenge the status quo by forming their own version of the Burning Man Organization (BORG)? They called it BORG2, and they planned to unseat BORG 1 – or at least inspire a change in its art funding policies – through their “anything you can do, I can do better” approach. Thing is, BORG 2 just couldn’t quite get its act together, and the project unceremoniously fell apart.

Well, it seems the reggae world is now hosting its own version of the BORG2 madness, where fun-fur-wearing desert rats are replaced by dreadlocked dubsteppers. On the left? Reggae on the River, the penultimate reggae festival of longtime repute that seems to be almost as much a mecca for the steel drum crowd as burning man is for DJ Lorin lovers. On the right? Reggae Rising, the BORG2 of this particular conflict, led by former Reggae on the River contributors. The issue? Both want to throw a reggae festival. At the same place. On the same day.

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Photo of the week

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Isn’t this special? Joe Veronese, police commission member and state Senate candidate, and Julie Veronese, pose with Warren Hinckle, who is in his usual sartorial splendor. (Thanks to Luke Thomas and Fog City Journal)

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Winner, by TKO …. boxing boot camp

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By Rob Quintiliani

Usually the things that you least want to do end up giving you the most. When I was presented with the option to go through six weeks of intense boxing training, at 6am every weekday, at Third Street Gym, and to fight someone from the SF Weekly at the end it was an easy decision…Hell No!

But then I looked a little deeper, beyond the gimmick that was fighting the Weekly. I saw guaranteed weight loss, changing my eating (and getting drunk) habits, seeing the sun come up every morning, strutting like a pimp every day because of sore legs, beating my brother in a bare knuckle push-up competition, and on and on…So I changed my tune and figured, what the hell… and six weeks and 1 win by TKO later, it’s hard to believe that I almost turned down the opportunity to throw down.

I learned quickly that signing on for bootcamp and finishing bootcamp are two very different propositions. The group of over 50 shrank to about 30 by the end as injuries and exhaustion led people to stop showing up…Of course my opponent from the SF Weekly was also one of the 20 to go, despite being the one to pursue the contest in the first place.

Two Gallants tour like hellions this fall, prepare to unleash new LP

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This recently in from Two Gallants’ PR HQ:

“Childhood friends since age 5, Adam Stephens and Tyson Vogel have sustained longevity that very few people, let alone band members, can claim. Merging intelligent lyrics that often integrate historical references and human experiences beyond their own familiarity, Two Gallants captivate listeners with their unique breed of folk, punk and blues.

“The self-titled Two Gallants comes out Sept. 25 on Saddle Creek, following The Scenery of Farewell acoustic EP, which came out earlier this year. Recorded in the band’s hometown of San Francisco at the historical Hyde Street Studios, and produced by Alex Newport (Mars Volta, At the Drive In), Two Gallants builds on the foundation laid by their 2004 debut, The Throes, and their sophomore release in 2006, What the Toll Tells.”

To hear a track from Two Gallants, listen here:


And album track list?

Stars: they fall down, just like us!

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By Molly Freedenberg
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…except they have better publicists. And lawyers. And whole record companies fighting to keep their embarrassing foibles out of the public eye. In the case of Beyonce, or Ms. B-Day (am I the only one amused that she named her album – phonetically, at least — after a device that cleans your ass?), who fell head-first down some stairs at her Orlando concert on Tuesday, it’s probably all of the above. It seems B’s team is asking people not to post YouTube videos of the singer’s somersault (which, by the way, she impressively ignored as she got up and continued to sing), and Sony has begun to make copyright claims on each of the videos. I’m not going to argue about what a stupid waste of resources this is, or about how this video has gotten B. more attention, and in more circles, than anything she’s done recently has gotten her. No, I’m just going to say that I wish I had a whole team of people protecting me from my public foibles. Like, say, my drunken antics at the bar last Friday.

You can see Beyonce fall down (or not) in our neighborhood on August 31.

(By the way, though many of the videos of “The Fall” have been removed, tons of others keep popping up. Just search YouTube for “Beyonce Orlando fall”).

Best of the Bay “Diamond” Dave snapped!

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Aha! Steve Rhodes happened upon our Best of the Bay Local Hero “Diamond” Dave Whitaker last night, riding home on the Muni with a BOB in his lap. Precious.

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Thanks for sending it our way, Steve! See more of his snaps here.

Electro-fied

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By Molly Freedenberg

Blame it on my newish obsession with Chromeo, but this punk and rock diehard is suddenly getting all excited about electropop. I suppose it was really only a matter of time, considering I grew up doing kick-ball-changes to Marky Mark (and his Funky Bunch), and have been indoctrinated into the world of house and breaks by six years of Burning Man – and what is electropop if not the marriage of those two danceable genres? Either way, after weeks of devotion to Black Tuesdays (Cutiepie DJ Lance spinning Minor Threat and Joy Divison at Delirium), suddenly the following events are what have my motor running (or my turntable spinning?) this week:

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Ratatat and Devlin&Darko
Leave it to the culturally savvy folks at Flavorpill to get some badass acts for their anniversary party. Tonight’s shindig at Mighty features Brooklyn duo Ratatat, who have been opening for Daft Punk in Europe, and Devlin&Darko, who have somehow managed to make Paul Simon’s 50 Ways to Leave Your Lover a dance anthem.

We got the (electro)funk: Talking with Chromeo’s Dave-1

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By Molly Freedenberg

You’d think a writer living in Tech Central and a musician who works almost exclusively with electronics would be able to figure out how to have an international conversation. But somehow, Chromeo’s Dave-1 (who was in London at the time) and I couldn’t get that archaic piece of equipment (you know, the telephone) to work for us. So we turned to ye olde computer. Below is the transcript of our email interview, emoticons and all (who knew Dave-1 uses smilies?). I’ll let y’all know if we actually talk face to face after their show at Mezzanine on Monday.
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San Francisco Bay Guardian: So first of all, I love the new album. How was making this one different from making the first?

Dave Macklovitch: Well we took a while because we really wanted to come up with the catchiest songs. We took our time. We wanted this to be a more sophisticated record. We polished the arrangements, the mix too. We got Philippe Zdar to mix it, actually. And then it was also really important for us to put the emphasis on the lyrics this time around. So you know, that explains everything from “Bonafied” to “Momma’s Boy”…

SFBG:I know you didn’t know much about electronic music when you formed Chromeo. Is that still true? Either way, who’s been influencing you (or who have you been excited about listening to) in the past few years?

DM: I mean, now we’re up on all that stuff. All the Parisian stuff, London cats like Switch and Sinden, German cats like Digitalism and Boys Noize, we like all that. But we don’t come from that world. We discovered this through Chromeo and everyone who’s supported us over the years…

Harry Potter and the Just How Deathly Are We Talking?

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By Gazelle Emami

While it’s the most highly anticipated event of the summer, the release of the seventh and final installment in the Harry Potter series on July 21 is hardly just another summer spectacle. Twelve years ago, J.K. Rowling was scribbling away in cafes, creating one of the most widely beloved characters of all time. Now, about a decade since Harry Potter and the Sorceror’s Stone’s release, we’ve finally hit the end of this larger-than-life reading marathon. And Harry deserves a little glory to usher in his final stand. deathly hallows1.jpg

With the build-up reaching its final, condensed moments, the Bay Area is swarming with Harry Potter release parties the night before—because trying to sleep on the eve of a Harry Potter release is worse than Christmas Eve when you’re five. Fortunately, Harry Potter is better than Santa and can be in our hands at the stroke of midnight. What follows is a list of many midnight parties around the Bay Area. It is at these parties that readers will devotedly sport colors that pledge their allegiance to Gryffindor or Slytherin, boast their knowledge in trivia games, and raise their glasses of Butterbeer in support of our favorite hero, all just hours before the gratifying sound of ripping cardboard signals the release of Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows. I wouldn’t be surprised if the world just implodes in anticipation. Do I sound a little like a crazed fan? Maybe because I am.

Bear Grylls, you da Man

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By Gazelle Emami

A man alone in the wilderness bends fearlessly over a precipice, planning his first move. “First,” he says, squinting into the sun, “I must find my bearings.” With a no river in sight, he bounds down the edge of the sheer drop and begins his search for nourishment. man vs. wild.jpg

Night falls and a storm rumbles overhead. The man is discouraged—he’s already drank some muddy water and eaten a sheep’s eyeballs, so he’s doing alright. But with no shelter and temperatures dropping rapidly, survival seems unlikely. That is, until, he comes across a rotting deer carcass. Energy renewed, the man guts the carcass, huddles inside of it for shelter, and survives the thunderous night.

Sound like fiction? It’s not. It’s all just another day in the life of Man vs. Wild star Bear Grylls. In fact, everything above is true, except for one detail—the part about our story’s hero being a mere man. Because British adventurer Bear Grylls is crazier than your average man. I’m not talking Gnarls Barkley crazy or R. Kelly bat-shit crazy. I’m talking I-will-squeeze-the-juice-from-elephant-dung-into-my-mouth crazy. I’m talking oh-look-here’s-some-quicksand-why-don’t-I-just-jump-into-it crazy.

Let me explain. On the Discovery Channel reality series, Grylls is dropped in remote locations around the world until he finds civilization, left to survive with little more than a knife. Fresh into its second season, the show’s purpose is to show you the skills you would need to survive if you were to ever find yourself lost in the wild. While I could never do most of the things Grylls does, I’ve picked up on a few skills. Among them, I’ve learned how to tell when the sun will go down, the best way to catch a fish, how to get out of quicksand, and that elephant dung is sterile.

The show’s real draw is not its educational value, but rather witnessing just how far Grylls will go. He survives by essentially being a ballsier version of MacGyver. Don’t get me wrong, MacGyver ranks high on the badass meter. But when it comes down to it, will he drink his own urine? I don’t think so.

Catch an episode of Man vs. Wild tonight at 11 p.m. on The Discover Channel. New episodes air every Friday at 9 p.m.

Drums, not bombs

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By Molly Freedenberg

A few years ago, a friend of mine lost most of his fingers when a firecracker went off in his right hand. Having gone to his house just minutes after the accident (and therefore seen the gory aftermath), it was hard to imagine a more gruesome, traumatic accident. And knowing he was a right-handed graphic designer, it was hard to imagine one more tragic.

Of course, that is, until I heard about the accident that befell Roisin Isner, drummer for the San Francisco band Tinkture. According to an email being circulated by her father, the poor girl lost her hand at Dolores Park yesterday when someone threw an M60 at Roisin and her friends. The M60 landed on Roisin’s right hand and blew it apart.roisin.jpg

Says her dad, Chris, “She will undergo surgery later this morning but it doesn’t look good. Most likely she will lose her index finger; second and third fingers will also be permanently impaired and disfigured. Needless to say, her musical career is over.”

Walk the walk

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By Gazelle Emami

TOMS shoes have been around for a little over a year, but for the bulk of this time, the company has been thriving in boutiques and online through word of mouth. It’s only recently that TOMS have started popping up in Nordstrom, Urban Outfitters, and on Keira Knightley’s feet. Their basic principle is pretty admirable—for every pair that is bought, a pair is given to a child in need. Last October, founder Blake Mycoskie held their first Shoe Drop, where 10,000 shoes were hand-delivered 10,000 to children in Argentina. toms red.jpg