Where on Earth are we going? And what can we do about it? These are two of the questions at the heart of the Awakening the Dreamer, Changing the Dream Symposium. The symposium bills itself as a profound inquiry into a bold vision: to bring forth an environmentally sustainable, spiritually fulfilling, socially just human presence on this planet.
It may seem over-the-top to call a high school football matchup “The Big Game” in capitalized words, but that’s been the tradition for three generations of San Marcos and Santa Barbara High players. The Royals and Dons will clash in the 48th Big Game on Friday, October 26, at San Marcos. Kickoff will be at 5 p.m., two hours earlier than usual, so that the security detail will be available later for the start of the Halloween weekend in Isla Vista.
Since its arrival on the Santa Barbara art exhibition scene, one of the greatest virtues of Brooks Institute’s Cota Street Gallery has been its willingness to embrace the photographic medium’s full range of techniques and aesthetics. From x-rays of deformed vertebrates to the kaleidoscope of colors found in the markets and wildernesses of far-off places, exhibitions in this space have run the photographic gamut
There’s a place in the backwoods of southern Virginia where grandpas play banjo, their grandkids play fiddle, and everyone else in town sings along. This is the birthplace of American music, the geographic locale where the European fiddle (in the hands of the Scots-Irish) met the African banjo (brought over by slaves) and spawned country music, bluegrass, and the like.
For the third year in a row, George and Christine Gutierrez have transformed their home into a Halloween display unlike any other. This year they’ve built a sunken ship and turned their yard into a pirate-themed Mecca. Check it out at 70 Bristol Place in Goleta.
It was EDC research that played an instrumental role in the denial of the Cabrillo Port LNG facility this past spring.
Watching previews for Lust, Caution, you probably thought, “Hmm, Ang Lee does Wong Kar Wai.” Not bad, you little cineaste, but the actual film has a much different feeling. This political melodrama, with its controversially rough sex and spicy undercurrent of right-wing brutality (despite Tony Leung’s great performance as Mr. Yee), feels European somehow-more like a Lina Wertm¼ller film.
It is dark in the vast Turbine Hall of London’s Tate Modern museum; the only light emanates from two tracks of fluorescent light bulbs arranged runway-style along a length of white canvas. In between these tracks walks a naked man, his entire body covered in white grease paint. He walks slowly, like an overweight runway model on codeine. His languid pace might be intentional, or it might be a result of the catheters in his arms that hold open his veins, allowing his blood to drip onto the canvas beneath him.
Strongly endorse: Barnwell, Schneider and Williams. No on Measure A.
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