Diego Rivera on display at the Oakland Museum of California
Ellen Cushing, Senior Editor: Last night I got the pleasure of catching a screening of A Brony Tale—SF filmmaker Brent Hodge's tender, masterful doc about adult men who are really into the television show My Little Pony—and I haven't been able to stop thinking about it. Pre-order it on iTunes right now, and/or keep your eyes peeled for theater showings—no matter what you think about this subculture, I can't recommend the movie enough.
Scott Lucas, Web Editor: Personal story time. Last weekend at Washington Square Park in North Beach, I watched three guys take turns standing on top of a bench to wave a huge Jamaican flag while they played reggae music from a boom box. I don't know who they were, or what their deal was, but it was hands-down the most joyous thing I've seen in years. Well done, guys. Well done.
Rebecca Flint-Marx, Senior Editor: I wouldn't say obsessed, but I am amused by the shitstorm wrought by Brian Mayer, the dark overlord of ReservationHop. While I do think that paying for reservations is problematic on a few levels, I'm more interested in how much of the tech industry seems to be built around scalping. Does having investors and computer skills make you any different from the guys who skulk around outside of concerts and football games? I'm leaning towards "no."
Adam Brinklow, Editorial Fellow: SF Public Works is accepting submissions for its upcoming Bill Murray Art Show. Presumably it will be similar to the recent Nic Cage art show only more deadpan and self-deprecating and will only be embraced by critics towards the end of its run.
Sofia Perez, Editorial Intern: Quentin vs. Coen at Spoke Art is a must see. Beautiful and raunchy art works inspired by No Country For Old Men, Pulp Fiction, Oh Brother Where Art Thou?, Kill Bill, Fargo, and much more.
Carly Salzberg, Editorial Intern: The Black Horse London Pub. It's one of the smallest bars I've ever seen—but its worth getting to know. Beers are cheap and served from a bathtub filled with ice. There's a dartboard, which I'm sure has never been used for fear of impaling a close-by patron.