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North Park After Dark Aug 21, 2014 Over 30 businesses, from galleries to boutiques, will remain open until 9 p.m. and offering specials, refreshments and entertainment. 79 other events on Thursday, August 21
Re-casting the original trilogy with local politicos
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Former customs agent got more than seven years for smuggling drugs and people into the U.S., but mysterious events are raising questions about the government’s prosecution
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Spooky hell, urine baptisms and other memories exorcised by the Broadway play
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Canvassed | Art & culture 08.19.2014 53 hours ago

Outdoor eating, a wine walk, museum mascots and more to check out this week

Our weekly Red List round-up

- By CityBeat Staff

Digable cooking

Picked up a copy of Sunset magazine lately? It's not your parents' Sunset. The publication's been around, like, forever, but several years ago made a serious (and successful) effort to appeal to the cool crowd. Sunset's new cookbook, The Great Outdoors, is just what you'd expect—lovely photos and an eclectic selection of recipes for a range of outdoor cooks (grilled French toast kebabs? Yes, please). On Saturday, Aug. 23, head to Chino Farm (6123 Calzada Del Bosque, Rancho Santa Fe) for Summer BBQ Fest, part of the ongoing Good Earth, Great Chefs series of events. From 11 a.m. to 1 p.m., check out outdoor-cooking demos (solar, charcoal and wood-burning) featuring the cookbook's recipes, food tastings and a chance to shop the farm's amazing produce and pantry items.

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Canvassed | Art & culture 08.12.2014 9 days ago

Creepy camping, a vintage trailer pop-up shop and more to do this week

Our weekly Red List round-up

- By CityBeat Staff

Digable creepy camping

In a few months, San Diego will be in full-on Halloween mode, with haunted houses and trails filled with weirdos in hockey masks. But that doesn’t mean you can’t get a good scare right now. This weekend, the Great Horror Campout comes to Bates Nut Farm in Valley Center, giving campers a chance to be truly terrified—or, for the more easily startled, moderately frightened. From 8 p.m. to 8 a.m. Friday and Saturday, Aug. 15-16, participants can choose how scared they want to be, ranging from the “Chicken Zone” to the interactive “Hell Hunt.” In addition to a pants-wetting chase by a maniac with a chainsaw (or so we imagine), accommodations come with a continental breakfast, parking, movies, a canvas bag and marshmallows. Tickets range from $99 to $139, depending on scare level.

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Canvassed | Art & culture 08.05.2014 16 days ago

A grill fest, cocktail pairing dinner, Art in the Yard and more to do this week

Our weekly Red List round-up

- By CityBeat Staff

Digable drinks

A couple of months ago, at CityBeat's Chefs & Shakers Mash-Up event, Chris Burkett wowed us with a drink called the Fear & Loathing for which he let cassia-bark smoke fill each glass before adding a decadent blend of fortified wine, Oloroso sherry, hickory-smoked cola syrup and bitters. Burkett, who's the head bartender at Cusp (7955 La Jolla Shores Drive), is a cocktail wizard. See what we mean at the next installment of Cusp's World Cocktail Club Series on Tuesday, Aug. 12. This month's theme is Spanish cuisine, and Burkett and chef Donald Lockhart have teamed up to create a three-course pairing meal. Just check out the dessert: a cocktail called the Spanish Rose (Spanish rosado, fresh cantaloupe syrup, lemon juice and raspberries) paired with fried cinnamon pastries and spiced chocolate ice cream. Yum! Cost is $35 for three courses and cocktails; make a reservation at 858-551-3620. Can't make this one? Next month's cuisine (Sept. 9) is Italian.

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Canvassed | Art & culture 07.29.2014 22 days ago

Babies at Comic-Con

You're never too young to enjoy San Diego's biggest weekend

- By Susan Myrland

Lights. Bright colors. Sound. Movement. And to top it off, a comfy Supergirl onesie with matching necklace.

What more could you want at an early developmental stage?

Comic-Con is full of happy babies. They’re cruising the Gaslamp District, showing off their cosplay, watching video games or getting a quick snack in the Convention Center’s lone nursing room. They are the event’s littlest attendees, yet they have the stamina of prosup to a point.

Sit back and enjoy the cuteness. 

Click here to view our photo gallery.  

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Canvassed | Art & culture 07.29.2014 23 days ago

The wrath of Con

I was pummeled into submission by Comic-Con, and all I got was this dumb mustache

- By Ryan Bradford

Comic-Con happened last weekend, did you hear?

Comic-Con is a beast. Sweaty, smelly and final.  It's insurmountable and unbeatable. It's the monster that never dies, and the sequels keep getting bigger. It will return next year. Nothing you can do will stop it.

Journalists will try to tackle it, and, yes, some will make scratches until The Con gets annoyed and rolls over them, assimilating them into the mass of swelling mouths, each one parroting The Con's message.

Tackling it from any other angle besides total submission is a practice in futility. This is apparent during the moment I step into the San Diego Convention Center. For weeks prior, CityBeat staff writer Joshua Emerson Smith and I have been trying to think of different ways to cover this thing, ideas that involved a Star Wars scavenger hunt, line culture and taking Twitter requests.

But what can been said about The Con that hasn't already? Ugly people dress in costumes, hot people dress in costumes, the line for Hall H is awful, comics aren't just for kids any more—blah, blah, blah, jerk-off motion.

The crowd milling through the hall all have the same leaden faces, which stand in sharp contrast to their dislocated, googly eyes. No way I'll be doing anything independent of this mass. I feel my face become heavy like theirs. I join the herd and head to an Under the Dome panel.   




As a bunch of people who've unfollowed me on Twitter already know, I watch Under the Dome every week. Monday's have become "Dome Night" in the Bradford household, as in: "Don't disturb Ry Ry, it's Dome Night," which is what I say to an empty room because my wife is asleep and chooses not to address the inherent sadness of my watching habits.

Under the Dome is not a good show, yet I'm obsessed. Mini-domes, axe-murderers, raining blood, ghosts (maybe) and Dwight Yoakam have all entered the second season. So much insanity often makes one forget that there's a goddamn (goddome?) dome covering the town, and most characters have to spend every line of dialogue on exposition.

Under the Dome is a train-wreck, but I watch it as a remedy to curb the hysterical groupthink that has infested pop-culture.

The fact is, there's so much shit to consume at any moment, and if you're not current with it, you're made to feel irrelevant. People now apologize on social media for not liking shows. That pervading assimilation is constantly at play during Comic-Con. Big media companies have done an excellent job of passing the mainstream off as cult, and everybody just ends up watching, consuming and loving the the same shows, movies and music. It's all streamlined.

But there's no pressure to like Under the Dome. My Facebook and Twitter friends couldn't give less of a shit about it. It's my proverbial whipping boy. I hate-watch it.

So, I revel in how awful the Under the Dome panel turns out to be. None of the actors have good presence, and silence punctuates their discussion. They speak with marketing slogans. One of the audience questions is: "If a real dome came down, who would you want with you?" and the producer of the show says "CBS." Seriously. The company who employs him.


Downtime. I scroll through the Comic-Con PR emails I've received. One from "Judy" asks if I am available to do an interview and lists some potential celebrities. I see an option to interview Mike Tyson and ask for it. She gets back to me immediately and wonders if a round-table interview works. I respond with "It sure does!" I can't think of  any of the textual padding that's now required for semi-professional correspondence—something like "that would be great"—so I just tack on another exclamation point.

"It sure does!!"

No response.



The Walking Dead is huge here. Nearly the entire Image Comics booth is dedicated to the comic. People shell out good money to get an official Walking Dead clobbering stick. Panelists talk about creator Robert Kirkman as if he were the second, third or fourth coming (remember, you gotta hit them in the head).

I wonder if anyone else sees the irony of the ubiquitous zombie imagery.

I step into the exhibit hall to find CityBeat columnist Dave Maass, who's repping the Electronic Frontier Foundation during The Con. People glacially shamble through the thoroughfares—literally waddling from side to side because any overcompensation in stride will send you into the person ahead. People stare at their phones or stop without warning to take a picture of a costume. It's a traffic-engineer's nightmare. And this is why plucky journalistic pieces are so difficult: It takes fucking forever to do anything.

Chewy losing his head over the crowds (I'll show myself out, thank you)

From the time I enter the hall, it takes nearly 20 minutes to reach Maass. We chat for a couple minutes before I hold my breath and plunge back into the stream.


Still no response from Judy. I send her another email: "Interview still at 3:30?" I decide to just head over to the Hilton Bayfront, where the interview is supposed to go down. People at Comic-Con are generally accommodating to press here, and everything's such a shit-show that nobody really has time to double-check credentials, or they simply don't care.

It takes another 30 minutes just to cross the street. I end up in front of the Hilton Gaslamp. The wrong Hilton. A giant Constantine from the upcoming NBC series looms over the plaza. James Spader's voice booms out of the speakers (a promotion for a show whose name I never learn), repeating a line of dialogue with maddening frequency: "Janice, I'll take a rain-check on the stroganoff, but it smells delicious!" I watch out-of-shape people do parkour on a course sponsored by Assassin's Creed.

Not for the first time today, I think: What am I doing? Not just in these crowds, but in life. I don't even care about Mike Tyson. Why do I even want to be involved in this roundtable? It feels like I'm a puppet of The Con, where its interests are suddenly mine. A literal zombie. I wonder if Judy ever feels this way.

Two hours at The Con today, most of it spent shuffling and mouth-breathing. Forget it. I walk to Monkey Paw, a bar more than a mile away from the convention center. The beer helps me feel alive again.



Assassin's Creed is a game about jumping around, I think. This would explain the aforementioned parkour course. However, this doesn't explain the old-timey shave station with professional barbers they've set up adjacent to the course. It has something with the game's setting, the French Revolution.

The barber chairs sit in front of guillotines. I guess the tie between razors and beheadings are close enough to justify the barbers.

I've made an appointment to get a shave because the people organizing it were aggressive with their invites, which, in light of Judy's rejection, makes me feel welcome and eager to rebound.

I arrive 40 minutes late, and they still let me cut the line. I climb up in the chair—the sudden royal treatment blinds the totally weird experience of being publicly shaved in front of a group of strangers.

"assassins creed shave" are words I never want to text again.

Woody from Lefty's Barber Shop in Pacific Beach is the man who works on me. Amid the glut of out-of-towners, it's nice to have a nice moment of local reprieve. There's something admirable about a promotion that uses local talent rather than flying it in.

Due to some Schick co-sponsorship, Woody shaves me with a safety razor. Suddenly, the fact that I got to cut in front of people who will wait hours to experience a basic morning ritual that any of us could do ourselves feels heavy, like if I got to cut in line for someone to brush my teeth.

That's not to say that Woody doesn't do a good job. I would definitely go back to him. He doesn't even judge me when I request a mustache, because in my head, a public shave doesn't "count" if it's not ridiculous. When he's finished, a Schick rep says "Killer 'stache" with super-fake enthusiasm and takes my picture.


The realization that I'm the smelly guy at Comic-Con hits hard while waiting for the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles 30th Anniversary panel to begin. The bike ride from North Park to the convention center isn't long, but my stench is like that of a Tour de France rider. I feel sorry for former CityBeat art director Adam Vieyra, sitting between me and a woman eating a Caesar salad.

I also feel sorry for the women on the "Ladies Unite!" panel, who are advocating the importance of women-created content to a room of dudes wearing turtle bandanas and green pajamas who've arrived early to secure a seat.

Just like every boy who grew up in the '80s, I was a huge TMNT fan, and this panel is a fan's dream: creator Kevin Eastman, the dude who voiced Michelangelo in the cartoon, the guy who played Keno in Secret of the Ooze, even a representative from Playmates toys—all the people who were compartmentally integral to my past obsession are here.

Eastman proves to be the star of the show. He regales the history of the turtles with humor and self-deprecation, but with the authority of a man who's managed to control the licensing and trademarking of his creation and turn it into an empire. I almost wish the entire panel was just Eastman speaking, but the moderator is flawless with segueing and incorporating every member of the panel into the discussion.

This is the moment when I forget about the crowds, the corporate co-opting, the unapologetic commodification. At it's best, Comic-Con will honor your interests, not force them. For that hour, I'm not a journalist, not a skeptic, but that 6-year-old kid rewatching episodes of TMNT on corroded VHS—the same kid who made his mom call toy stores asking for a "Baxter the Fly" TMNT action figure. For that hour, I'm just a fan.

Write to ryanb@sdcitybeat.com or follow him on Twitter at @theryanbradford
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Canvassed | Art & culture 07.27.2014 36 days ago

San Diego Dance Connect wants to create community

The alliance hopes to bring new energy to the local dance scene

- By Natalie Eisen

It’s time to bring San Diego's dance community together. That's the thought behind San Diego Dance Connect (SDDC), a new alliance that hopes to foster relationships between dancers and dance patrons.

This isn't the first time local dancers have tried to create a tighter community. The Dance Alliance, which was formed in 1981, served that purpose for years until the group was absorbed into the Performing Arts League.

With the diverse and active dance community in San Diego, it’s no surprise that another group has made a go at bringing together dancers from every part of the county and a broad spectrum of styles.

SDDC was formed after several months of community input, and the hope is to strengthen the dance local community by providing opportunities for folks to share resources and ideas.

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Canvassed | Art & culture 07.25.2014 27 days ago

This beauty pageant is not a drag

Cygnet's all-male spoof is more entertaining than Comic-Con

- By David Coddon

People dressed up at Comic-Con this weekend? So what? Guys dressed up as beauty-pageant contestants in tourist-happy Old Town? Now, that's worth seeing, even if you've seen Pageant before. The musical spoof written by Bill Russell and Frank Kelly has been presented by Cygnet Theatre before, nine years ago, when it was still located in the Rolando space now occupied by Moxie Theatre, and in 2002 it was staged at the North Coast Rep up in Solana Beach. One of that production's actors, James Vasquez, is now directing this current presentation of Pageant.  

Now that you've got all that straight, here's the setup: Six guys dressed as female beauty queens compete for the title of Miss Glamouresse (named for a cosmetics maker). They dance, sing, strut and parody traditional beauty pageants at the beck and call of emcee Frankie Cavalier (Phil Johnson, making Bert Parks look like a shrinking violet). There are no holds barred and virtually no surprises here, but Pageant, which is now a 23-year-old musical, still has a spring in its high-heeled step. Best among the contestants is David McBean as Miss Deep South, who does a ventriloquist act superior to Billy Flynn's in Chicago and who brings to mind a Scarlett O'Hara in drag.

Pageant runs through Aug. 31.

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Canvassed | Art & culture 07.22.2014 30 days ago

Meet the San Diegostucks subculture

As the Comic-Con crowd rolls into town, we take a moment to hang out with local fans of the web comic, 'Homestuck'

- By Natalie Eisen

At Mission Beach, San Diegostucks sticks out, even from a distance. 

Amid scattered groups of people barbecuing and soaking up the sun, there's a crowd of more than 30, costumed in everything from horns and gray paint to homemade tattoos. Someone runs by with an inflatable sword, pretending to murder others. An impromptu dance number breaks out around a speaker. It's a study in organized chaos; the everyday folks surrounding the group appear to be at a loss for how to handle them.

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Canvassed | Art & culture 07.21.2014 31 days ago

Moxie Theatre's season closer has 'heart'

Story of Chinese-American girl's identity quest is simple but affecting

- By David Coddon

Identity is so often a question probed by the thoughtful productions at Moxie Theatre, and its ninth-season closer, Jade Heart, is no exception. Playwright Will Cooper's story of Jade (Dana Wing Lau), abandoned by her natural mother in a Chinese marketplace as an infant, then adopted and raised in the U.S. by Brenda McCullough (Julie Sachs) is straightforward in its primary questions: If your genetic roots are in one place but all you know is another place, what are you? Who are you?

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Canvassed | Art & culture 07.17.2014 35 days ago

"Mary Poppins" Version 2.0

In stage version in Vista, there's a little less sugar

- By David Coddon

It wasn't until I saw the film Saving Mr. Banks that I understood the depth of author P.L. Travers' disdain for the 1964 film adaptation of her famous character, Mary Poppins, to the silver screen. She especially loathed the idea of an animated sequence with dancing cartoon characters (which made it into the movie despite her objections).

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