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Thanks to Time magazine and its infernal time-wasting "50 Top 10 Lists of 2008," I've discovered a genius filmmaker called Adam Pesapane, a digital artist who calls himself PES.

Time featured, as its #2 Viral Video of 2008, a lovely bit of magic called Western Spaghetti, less than two minutes of stop-motion animation in which aluminum foil becomes olive oil, Rubik's cubes are sliced into a hot pan, pin cushions are tomatoes, and Pickup Sticks and rubber bands are pasta uncooked and al dente. It never gets old for me! (And, stop the presses, it's just been announced as an Official Selection for the 2009 Sundance Festival.)

At the PES website, there's a whole world of the 35-year-old Pesapane's work to discover. Recommended for foodies: the colorful, brisk Cake Countdown, the mesmerizing My Pepper Heart, and Rogue Peanut.

For foodies and non-foodies alike, Roof Sex will bring a blush to your cheeks. Even his commercial work (for Bacardi, Nike, many others) demands many viewings. --Meredith Brody

This weekend, Yerba Buena Center for the Arts plays host to Tango Ceviche, an exploration of Argentine tango and Peruvian ceviche. The afternoon will combine instruction in both in order to, in the organizers' words, "discover the sublime truth that raw fish and a close embrace share a common settlement."

Co-presenter the Red Poppy Art House Annex has explored the intersection of food and dance before with previous installments of Tango Ceviche as well as the equally intriguing sounding Sushi Soukous. The next Tango Ceviche takes place this Saturday, September 6 from 1-4 p.m. at YBCA's Room for Big Ideas. Admission is $20 ($15 for YBCA members), and participants are encouraged to bring their own wine and beer, not to mention dancing shoes. Visit the YBCA's events page for more info. —Tamara Palmer

By Tamara Palmer

Tasty writer Melissa Price plans to dish up food poems on-demand at the crafty Frankenart Mart in the Richmond District on Sunday from 4-6 p.m.

She’ll ask some questions in order to create verse just for you, timed via egg timer to 10 minutes. I told her some of my favorites (color, food, number), as well as my birth date and decided which animal I’d like to be, if I ever get the chance. The following poem emerged in return, poppin’ fresh out the kitchen.

Direct from the Slow Food on Film Festival 2008 in Bologna, Italy, Slow Food San Francisco invites you to the U.S. film premiere of Strawberry Fields at the Delancey Street Theater (600 Embarcadero) this Friday, July 25. In the film -- which snagged the Special Mention of Honor for Best Documentary -- Israeli filmmaker Ayelet Heller chronicles a day in the life of Palestinian farmers in Gaza. More from the Slow Food folks:

"When we think of Gaza on the Mediterranean Sea we remember the news reports about Israel's decision in 2005 to disengage from the strip and withdraw its settlers....and all the drama that that entailed. But how often do we, so far away, get a real sense of life on the ground, for ordinary people? What is life like for the more than one million Palestinians in that fertile but troubled strip?"

The screening starts at 6:30 p.m., to be followed by a reception at 9:00 p.m. where some gourmet goodies will be served: Fra'Mani Salumi, Harley Farms Cheese, dessert, and wine by the glass. It'll cost you $15. Buy advance tickets online here.

-- Brian Bernbaum

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By Catherine McCulloch

“Milk and cereal, milk and cereal, milk and cereal, milk and cereal...” Artist Ryan Alexiev’s allegory of consumerism gets a little soggy at his new exhibit at the gallery Mission 17. On the other hand, I left the exhibit with cheerios on the brain.

Alexiev, a San Francisco local, explores the history and social implications of cereal consumption through his art. The didactic nature of his work makes this exhibit feel like a lesson on mass consumerism with an emphasis on advertising. Alexiev creatively uses different forms of media to get his message across, and some of his work is borderline genius. It’s one of those exhibits you walk through and wonder if the artist might be just a tad insane.