Knock balls around the Center’s 15 Rebound Ace-surfaced courts for free all day long. Participants are encouraged to bring used pairs of tennis shoes for donation to the Nike Reuse a Shoe Program. Sat., June 14, 8 a.m., 2008…
Who doesn’t love watching two dozen tall, lanky women panting, sweating, and bumping up against each other? If you do (and we definitely do), then watch the Phoenix Mercury get down and dirty with the Connecticut Sun. In this season’s WNBA preseason opener, Connecticut whipped the Mercury’s ass, so our…
By Jillian Sloan Tatiana Sorokko, model and contributing editor to Harper’s Bazaar, opened her closet and history to audiences on Tuesday, June 10 during her lecture entitled “Collecting Haute Couture” part of an on-going exhibit at Phoenix Art Museum featuring works by American designer Ralph Rucci. Tatiana Sorokko poses with…
By Jonathan McNamara With memorial day long gone, the wait may have seemed a bit longer but once again the weekend is upon us. Richard Cheese and Lounge Against the Machine Dick Cheese is infamous among music fans. Even if you don’t recognize the name, odds are good you recognize…
Behold Adam Sandler, in a passable Israeli accent and outsize codpiece, as Zohan the Mossad super-heavy: catching barbecued fish in his butt crack on a Tel Aviv beach, repelling bullets with his nostril, sculpting hand grenades into toy poodles for delighted Palestinian children while making mincemeat of an Arab terrorist…
It’s been 20 years since Errol Morris made The Thin Blue Line — a found “noir” that served to free an innocent man convicted of murder. Gathering evidence and dramatizing testimony, Morris’s movie circled around a single, unrepresentable event — the death of a cop on a lonely stretch of…
In “Fatso,” a short story by Israeli writer Etgar Keret, monogamy takes a bizarre vacation when the narrator’s pretty girlfriend morphs, every night, into a hairy, beer-guzzling macho soccer fanatic who takes her lover to steak restaurants and sleazy bars — an experience as unexpectedly delightful to him as the…
John Edwards might see two Americas, but this simpleminded little game enthusiast is more preoccupied with America’s two Wii owners. One is the Nintendo fan: the cat who bought a GameCube, Nintendo 64, every incarnation of the Game Boy — and anything Nintendo releases with a “Mario” or “Zelda” in…
I’ve seen Smokey Joe’s Café too many times over the past decade to have been very excited about attending Black Theatre Troupe’s current production last weekend. And as I sat in the Herberger Stage West, staring at Thom Gilseth’s shabbily constructed curtain drop, I thought, If the set design is…
Explosions, pratfalls, and robots; heroes, aliens, and blondes — it must be summertime at the movies. Beyond the flash, though, it’s striking to note just how many movies will require us to actually think this summer. (Aren’t we supposed to save thinking for the fall?) Maybe it’s the election, but…
Getting through the summer is no mean feat, and I find myself buying a lot more crap in July and August than I do any other time of the year, if only for the distraction. Recently I’ve found an amazing place to shop for really great stuff, but I can’t…
Once upon a time, people were allowed to be unhappy. Today, we have Deepak Chopra and Prozac and seminars that turn ordinary people into psychobabble-spouting Dr. Phil clones who say things like, “The way that you’re showing up for me is as someone who’s in denial about the trauma I’ve…
She was everything I wanted, from the cool bohemian attitude with a sprinkling of urban hipster to the sparkling green that sheathed her ample curves. We seemed the perfect couple. Politics, religion, women’s rights, environmentalism — on every major issue our ideals matched seamlessly. I imagined long walks on the…
It’s said that vice is virtually recession-proof. Meaning no matter how poor one gets (believe us, we’re getting there), there’s always enough scratch for a smoke or a drink. In fact, we can’t think of a better way of escaping all the economic bad news (as well as the summer…
As unconscionably evil as the summertime sun gets in our desert domain — reigning over our asses from May to September like a Third World despot — there are plenty of positives to enduring five torturous months of brain-melting heat. Besides increasing our excuses for noshing on gelato, and expelling…
Hipster fashion isn’t the only thing you can hawk in exchange for some serious scrilla in these cash-strapped times. Everything from the books and CDs on your shelves to the blood in your veins is up for grabs to the highest bidder. Here’s how to sell out: SELL YOUR CDS…
Piggy bank empty? Yeah, ours, too. Gas is so expensive that it costs too much to cross this town, let alone leave it. There’s even a term for this summer’s phenomenon: staycation. In honor of all you budget crunchers out there, we’ve sent our own penny pinchers out to find…
There’s a good chance that if you shop in Tempe, you hate me. And it has nothing to do with the stories I’ve written for this newspaper. From August 2002 until the middle of 2006, I was the bitch behind the counter at Buffalo Exchange, sorting through your castoffs, silently…
Remember when moving was cause for celebration? Well, housewarming parties and gifts of crappy potpourri are a thing of the past. And since everyone seems to be putting off marriage and kids for as long as possible these days, we live like nomads – dragging our hand-me-down futons from one…
We’re pretty sure that the prototypical fantasy geek and Christian apologist C.S. Lewis never imagined that his acclaimed children’s series The Chronicles of Narnia would spawn something as scary-sounding as an “immersive marketing experience.” So trust it to late capitalism to concoct such a beast in the form of “The…
Four-dollar-per-gallon gas is around the corner, and (ugh) $5 is just down the block. Mass transit is on the upswing and folks are modifying their transportation habits. Pedal-pushing bike culture is finally being recognized as one of the best, most viable alternatives to petrol-based consumerism. The Brooklyn, New York, chapter…
The Arizona Browncoats don’t need to get a life, as per William Shatner, but perhaps we can suggest a social life. See, these are grade-A geeks, fans of a six-years-gone TV show that lasted a mere 14 episodes. Still, give ’em props for wrenching themselves away from their plasma screens…
