Last week, I bought one bad clam, along with approximately a hundred of its siblings, from a perfectly respectable (and totally blameless) fish monger. The clam sojourned briefly in my refrigerator and then spent an hour or so atop my stove, in the company of tomatoes, coconut milk, chiles, and…
A viral video party at Respectable Street (518 Clematis St., West Palm Beach) will go something like this: You’ll drink a sharply discounted beer ($3), and you and your friends will watch a man on a screen mouth the words to “Dragostea din tei.” You will laugh. You will drink…
The point of the bus loop: to provide a great time to a bunch of revelers and make sure nobody drives drunk. The mechanism of the bus loop: Everyone pays $20 (or $25, if you don’t preorder) to board a bus bound for nightlife destinations. In Delray Beach, that’s Boston’s…
The photography of Rosalie Winard depicts the sparse beauty of America’s wetlands — including the vast wilds of Florida’s Everglades — with special elegance, capturing the chaos of natural life in still images that thrum with power but nevertheless seem composed, almost drawn. The metal sculptures of Herbert Mehler achieve…
To the neophyte cook, is there any object more suspect, more chock-full of dangers unknown, than a thick, raw chicken breast?An experienced chef doesn’t worry about chicken. But to me, on a particular evening last summer, as a neophyte cook fresh off my first rice cooker and utterly lacking in…
Nationally syndicated radio host Stephanie Miller says she’s on the left, but her brand of humor tacks strongly to the mushy middle. It’s fun for everyone! You don’t have to rock a Che tattoo to get it. Think Palin’s a little dumb? Think Bachmann’s a little crazy? So does Miller!…
New Moon isn’t necessarily the best gallery space in SoFla or even on Wilton Drive. It’s a lesbian bar, first of all, which means it’s kinda dark and kinda loud. Also — well, it’s a lesbian bar, and lesbian bars just aren’t known for their dazzling aesthetics. But New Moon…
Cooking is hard, or so I was brought up to believe. I wasn’t told this but rather deduced it from two facts: My family was full of people who’d spent decades cooking for one another, and almost none of them seemed to be very good at it. So what was…
All film festivals are inherently Jewish, since Jews invented Hollywood, the studio system, the indie film movement, the modern summer blockbuster, and, what the hell, American pop culture in general. But they’re not as Jewish as the Palm Beach Jewish Film Festival. Check it out: This is, according to the…
In film, as in rock ’n’ roll, the moments of greatest genius are often unscripted and accidental. (Think Jack Nicholson hissing “Heeeere’s Johnny.” Totally unplanned.) Such moments will be given pride of place at the fourth-annual 1:1 Super 8 Cinema Soiree, where local filmmakers will unveil new 8 ml, 210-second,…
What we’ve got here is a bunch of pictures taken by 45 ladyfolk over the past 60 or so years, all exhibited together in the hope that their juxtaposition will reveal something interesting about the dynamic relationships among women, their worlds, the technology women use to document their worlds, and…
Botticelli, Parmigianino, Allori, Giordano, Monaco — all old masters, all of whom created works as priceless as the Crown Jewels and lovelier by far. In “Offering of the Angels,” work by these men, on loan from the Uffizi Gallery in Florence, stand side by side at the Museum of Art|Fort…
To the erstwhile Sol Theatre’s funky digs — with its grand old Goodwill couches and tiny auditorium so intimate that theatergoers occasionally find themselves talking back to the actors — comes Thinking Cap Theatre’s world premiere of Death for Sydney Black, by Leah Nanako Winkler. Leah’s a young woman with…
I live with seven other people in a three-story apartment. We’re all 20-somethings with American accents, American habits, steeped in American pop culture. But with one exception, my co-habitants are not American. At least, they wouldn’t be considered American by the kinds of people who worry about our president’s schooling…
So — remember the Bible? The Old Testament? Remember how Jezebel’s blood splattered everywhere because she was such a loosey-goosey and how the Creator of Life, the Universe, and Everything killed all the men women and children among the Amalekites just cuz? And remember how that strumpet took that one…
All My Sons was Arthur Miller’s first great play. Originally published and performed in 1947, it was the beginning of Miller’s 20 years of relentless brilliance — 20 years in which he explored the dimensions and mapped the fracture points of the human conscience and community in intricate plays –…
“Confidence is contagious,” goes one of Vince Lombardi’s many famous quotes. “So is lack of confidence.” The legendary football coach and creepily obsessive Catholic really believed that, which may be why, even today, the name Lombardi is synonymous with athletic success — even though Lombardi was not, as it happens,…
America doesn’t dress up. America doesn’t pose. Oh, maybe here and there — in certain parts of Miami or in Las Vegas or L.A. Mostly, though, America happens in discrete little moments when it doesn’t seem like anyone’s watching. That’s the country revealed in Artist Unknown: The Free World, an…
Remember Neighbors Helping Neighbors? No? That’s cuz you don’t watch CBS4. If you did, you’d remember Neighbors Helping Neighbors as the heartening charitable campaign that sprang up, seemingly fully formed, from the CBS4 studio in that terrifying first week after Hurricane Andrew and that somehow never went away. It’s still…
Sensitive souls have always perceived a whiff of diabolism around music and the fine arts. Gregorian chant was, for a time, actually banned by Pope Gregory on account of its devilish beauty; Paganini and Robert Johnson are rumored to have traded their souls for virtuosity. Among many animists and their…
Are you female? Do you love working out, dressing up, contributing to good causes… or playing with gourds? Because if you are, and if you do, then you know how you’re spending your morning: suiting up in your Halloweeniest aerobic gear and heading over to Esplanade Park (between SW Fourth…
The world’s longest, most exhaustive, and intermittently exhausting film festival is back, and it’s awesome. The Fort Lauderdale International Film Festival — FLIFF, as it’s called — begins on Saturday, with The Artist (a drama set in the silent-film era, starring John Goodman, James Cromwell, and Malcolm McDowell, among others)…
