THURSDAY 11/23


Food, Food, Food!

(FILMS) The preterite on Thanksgiving are a miserable lot. Ignored, hungry, and alone; drunk in their cold, messy apartments; spread sadly across the couch in long dresses or thin wool blankets; pierced with romantic delusions about the inability of the world to love them. Well, the Super-8 Thugs believe there is no holiday holy enough to justify drinking alone, and as such have engineered a Super-8 Thanksgiving potluck at the Little Theatre. The deal is this: Show up with a dish (full of food, duh), or a bottle (full of booze), two cans of food for Northwest Harvest, and DON'T FORGET TO BRING a Super-8 film on the theme of food! (Actually, you may show up without one, but expect to be sneered at by snooty aesthetes.) JAMIE HOOK

Little Theatre, 608 19th Ave E, 675-2055, 8 pm, $5.


FRIDAY 11/24


Money & Run Holiday Special

(LATE-NIGHT THEATER) I normally have limited patience for pop culture parody, but what makes Money & Run fly is its amazing specificity. Wayne S. Rawley and his superb crew of actors (including Lisa Neal, Joshua Sliwa, Julie D. Rawley, Stan Shields, and others) have honed in on... god, I don't know what to call it; it's not just a matter of tone or style, it's the ineffable essence of 1980s trash TV, in particular The Dukes of Hazzard, Knight Rider, B.J. and the Bear, and so on. Something separates these shows from their '70s counterparts (Starsky & Hutch, et al.); I can't describe it, but Wayne S. Rawley has it in his soul. If you grew up watching these shows, you probably have it too. Go see Money & Run and discover just how deeply trash culture runs. BRET FETZER

Theater Schmeater, 1500 Summit Ave, 324-5801. Fri-Sat at 11, through Dec 2. Dec 7-16, Thurs-Sat at 8, Sat-Sun at 11; $8 (anyone under 18 free).


Dan Webb

(ART) So much contemporary wood carving seems old without obviously being old. Maybe because it's such an old craft, or because it refers implicitly to the age of the material, I can't help but think of totems and fetish objects when I see it. Not so with Dan Webb. He neatly implies all these things without the work itself seeming tired; his work refers to the art of carving itself, to finding the object covered by the excess wood, the old Platonic idea that the work is already in the material, framed by the material, waiting to get out. Webb's wood sculptures are being shown with a new work in a new material: a full suit of armor made entirely and convincingly of duct tape, raising the level of the hidden-object discourse to include the realms of adornment, protection, and other personal secrets. EMILY HALL

Howard House, 2017 Second Ave, 256-6399. Tues-Sat 11-6, through Nov 25.


SATURDAY 11/25


Leftovers

(RECIPES) After snacking on cold clumps of stuffing all day Friday, do penance for all the gluttony and waste of Thanksgiving. Revive the lost art of Leftover Magic! Pull out that tattered ghost ship of a turkey carcass and sketchy vegetables from the fridge. Pick off whatever meat remains and set it aside for HASH. Put the skeleton and appropriate vegetables, peppercorns, allspice, and enough water to cover in a big pot. Simmer for, oh, four hours or so, adding stuff like salt at the end. Strain and discard bones, veggies, and anything chunky, resulting in STOCK! Meanwhile, put all that coagulated gravy to use by whipping up hash with diced turkey or ham. Heat up the gravy and once it's really boiling, add meat. Throw in some potatoes, or perhaps the candied yams no one ever eats. Now approach the KNISH. Beat three eggs into a cupful of mashed taters. Add three cups flour and a dash of salt, and beat until smooth. Divide and flatten dough into rectangles, nestling yams, potatoes, and stuffing with fried onions, and roll it up. Bake at 350 degrees for 45 minutes. Ain't thrift delicious? RACHEL KESSLER

Your kitchen, free.


SUNDAY 11/26


Victrola

(COFFEE) The small town of 15th Avenue East has recently undergone a wondrous transformation: Victrola, an indie coffeehouse, has opened just a block from two (!) Starbucks just a hundred feet apart, formerly the only option for locals who wanted a latte and a place out of the rain to drink it. They'll be showing movies, they actually have good artists using the wall space, and they're looking for musicians to do low-key shows there. The friendly baristas allow for the accretion of some democratic social glue missing from the top of the hill in its upscaling these last few years: But for the smaller tables, the village atmosphere there is much like that of the late-lamented Surrogate Hostess, which got replaced by a Tully's on 19th. Drink indie. GRANT COGSWELL

Victrola, 411 15th Ave E, 325-6520. Open 6 am-11 pm, seven days a week.


MONDAY 11/27


Copy Your Keys!

(TO DO) Last week I lost my house keys for six hours. It turns out they were on my desk at work, under a pile of old Sassy magazines, but for those six hours my life was HELL. What was really weird, though, was that my friend Paula had lost her keys two days before, and someone completely unknown to me had left HER keys in the editorial office's lounge area. I don't know if it's the moon, or the tides, or what--but my warning to you is this: COPY YOUR KEYS. Just go, at the end of your lunch hour, and do it. Sew the copied set in the lining of your purse, or hide them in the drain spout by your front door. You can even get one of those one-time-use copies made that fits like a credit card in your wallet, if you're sure you won't lose your wallet. TRACI VOGEL

Fred Meyer, Bartell's, or Home Depot will make you a copy for a few bucks.


TUESDAY 11/28


Buffalo Tom, Radio Nationals

(LIVE MUSIC) Here's a blast from the past: Buffalo Tom, one of the indie also-rans of that miraculous year of 1991, touring on the release of a 10-year compilation. They're no worse than their contemporaries the overrated Uncle Tupelo, and rather similar, but they opened for what was, hands down, the best show I have ever seen in my life and probably ever will--My Bloody Valentine, at some magnificent old Chicago ballroom in April of 1992. Thinking that Yo La Tengo would be the second opener, we ducked out for some food, missing them, and returned in time for Buffalo Tom's forgettable set. Seeing this band now would be like going into a tent at the carnival to look at a daguerreotype of a piece of the True Cross. Eat later--go early for Radio Nationals, who not unlike MBV achieve a kind of opacity in the writing of their songs in order to tune into a frequency less celestial, but closer to home with its country-punk evocation of lonesome nights and epic spaces. GRANT COGSWELL

Crocodile, 2200 Second Ave, 441-5611, 9:30 pm, $12.


S, featuring Jenn Ghetto

(LIVE MUSIC) Jenn Ghetto's beautiful voice, the use of which is perfectly understated in her band Carissa's Wierd, pours richly over gentle electric guitar lines on the bit of new recorded material I was lucky enough to hear a few weeks ago. This is an unusually talented person, and anything she touches, apparently, is terribly moving. Jenn will be opening up for Chicago Underground Duo and Isotope 217, quietly blowing the doors off of both of them, I imagine. The Brown Records release Sadstyle is meant to be out and for sale at this show, making it something of a CD release party. If you have a soul and are a fan of melody, do yourself a favor and buy it. JEFF DeROCHE

Graceland, 109 Eastlake Ave E, 381-3094, 9:30 pm, $8.


WEDNESDAY 11/29


Michael Kinsley

(READING) The online magazine Slate's daily opinion column is addictive enough, but the weekly diary entries can be positively time-consuming. Now, entries from diarists such as Amy Bloom, Cynthia Ozick (my personal favorite), David Sedaris, Bill Gates, and Benazir Bhutto are collected in a published volume entitled The Slate Diaries. Slate editor Michael Kinsley will talk about his Redmond-based magazine, and, Elliott Bay's Rick Simonsen says, "will likely be joined" by some diarists, although not, we are told, Bill Gates. TRACI VOGEL

Elliott Bay Book Company, 101 S Main St, 624-6600, 7:30 pm, free tickets available at store.


Sketchfest

(COMEDY) Christ almighty, there are a lot of sketch comedy troupes. By now, you've surely seen at least one of them: Bald Faced Lie, the Habit, Kazoo!, Up in Your Grill, LO BLO, Some Kind of Cult, Pork Filled Players, Disgruntled Bit Players, Theater on the Rocks, or others even more obscure. If you'd like to get a taste of more--but you're not sure if you want more than a taste--the Sketchfest is for you. It opens with the Sketch Sampler, a buffet of 13 (!) groups in one night. Then, starting on Thursday, comes the Sketch Marathon, three nights of sketch troupes performing hour-long chunks from 8 pm until midnight or 1 am, including out-of-towners the Class Project, the 3rd Floor, and the Van Gogh-Goghs. It all culminates in the First Annual Big-Ass Sketch Awards at midnight on Saturday. BRET FETZER

Sketch Sampler at Nippon Kan Theatre, 8 pm, $15. Sketch Marathon at the Speakeasy Backroom, featuring different troupes each night (Thurs-Sat Nov 30-Dec 2, 8 pm), $5. Call 444-4336 for details and updates.


Space Is the Place

(FILM) The EMP fall film series wraps up with what promises to be the flat-out STRANGEST FILM OF THE SERIES!! Sun Ra stars as an interstellar, avant-jazz, Pharaonic shaman-jester whose spaceship touches down in Oakland at the height of the Black Power movement. Proclaiming himself the "Alter-Destiny," Sun Ra initiates a series of myth vs. reality rap sessions with inner-city youth, plays cards with the devil, and plays a concert with his Pan-African Arkestra for the benefit of the whole world. Deluded, apocalyptic, and relatively incomprehensible, this film is a must-see! JAMIE HOOK

JBL Theater at EMP, 325 Fifth Ave N, 367-5483, 7 and 9 pm, $7.50.