On a chilly San Francisco evening earlier this month several hundred people milled about a smallish and unremarkable parking lot near the intersection of Eighth and Folsom streets. Across the expanse of a mildly dingy, low-level white brick building appeared numerous video and film projections; more were found abutting the corner of the adjacent building and, with more staccato regularity, lining the wall of a neighboring alley. Amidst the crowd a band played live while near the parking lot's entrance still images, primarily of books, flashed across a raised billboard covered by a white sheet threatening to slip down... Read More