Anybody can flip a burger or turn a dog. When it comes to cooking out for July 4, we're not exactly a collectively creative country.
The day my daughter Zoe and I went to Sky Zone, an indoor trampoline park in Mt. Pleasant, was a busy one. Zoe is six, and that Wednesday morning was her last day of kindergarten.
I am a careful driver. I use turn signals, I never text and drive, and I've never received a speeding ticket in my 10 years on the road. But when I sit behind the wheel of a go-kart, a switch turns off in my brain and I am consumed by one lunatic thought: "I wanna go fast."
Surfing is inherently cool. The lithe, fit bodies, bronzed by the sun. The shaggy hair, bleached and oh so windswept.
Perched atop a platform at 35 feet hugging a wooden pole was not how I pictured spending a recent Monday night.
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Hit the beach this summer in these great suits from Las Olas and Salty Girls. And don't forget the sunscreen.
With magazine-worthy beach houses, world-class golf at Wild Dunes Resort, and plenty of beachy activities, Isle of Palms is a great family getaway. This serene, seven-mile stretch of a beach is also a local favorite.
Throughout the year, Folly Beach is a tale of two islands sharing space on a six-mile sliver of land. Visit in February and you'll encounter wide open beaches (at low tide, at least) where nobody is likely to utter a word of complaint if you throw a Frisbee for your unleashed dog while sipping a Pluff Mud Porter (although both of those things are still against the law, mind you).
With no public bathrooms, no hotels or B&Bs, no public parking lots, and no garbage bins, you could be forgiven for thinking Sullivan's Island isn't very keen on visitors.
See Also: Charleston Beach Guide Archives
We'll be posting the latest social media posts right here all through Dig South 2014. Be sure to check back today and tomorrow for the latest from Silicon Harbor.
Anybody who's anybody in the up-and-coming Charleston tech industry knows that it's OK to drink beer in the office after, like, 2 p.m. That's the main thing we took away from a recent whirlwind tour of the Holy City's swankiest office spaces, many of which featured complimentary bars for their employees.
Like so many of us, you love books — physical, paper books. You get all hot and bothered over a good used bookstore, its shelves crammed tight with ancient volumes, their spines cracked with aging glue.
Ernest Andrade has a vision for Morrison Drive. He's not alone. Downtown Charleston's industrial stretch has become a kind of creative development darling, the focus of forward-thinking city planners and Charleston's only creative place-making organization, Enough Pie, which is looking to give the neglected area an artsy, community-driven makeover.
"I'm not here to break any hearts," Johnny Delaware croons on the closing track to his debut album, investing his little promise with all the sincerity he can muster. But we know he's going to do it anyway.
For the Deslondes' Sam Doores, it was a book about Bob Dylan that convinced him to be a musician. While he had been bitten by the music bug early on, it wasn't until that book that he knew he wanted to be a traveling troubadour.
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In the fall of 2013, Stanford Kirshtein set up a motion-activated wildlife camera to watch the trail behind his Sullivan's Island home. The neighbors had been swapping stories about coyotes stalking the island woods, and Kirshtein wanted to keep an eye out.
SEWE Chef Demos have traditionally been about wild game — hogs, venison, turkey, you name it. But this year, the demos are taking on a new look, as the focus shifts to local, sustainable sources and simply prepared dishes where the individual ingredients are allowed to shine.
In the fall of 2012, a great white shark named Mary Lee surfaced off the Isle of Palms. A tag on her dorsal fin sent a signal to an orbiting satellite, which then sent the signal back down to computers across the nation.
Manic laughter reverberates off the walls. Performers wearing pink leotards fight each other to the death while balancing on unicycles. The roar of laughter drowns out the cries of the vanquished. It's time for the 2014 Charleston Comedy Festival.
"I don't give a f*** if you get offended." Thus begins a set by Los Angeles-based stand-up comic, Moshe Kasher, a self-described child genius, Jew, and beefcake. While those things may or may not be true, depending on test scores and your own feelings about skinny men who wear big glasses, one thing is for certain, with a successful memoir and stints on Chelsea Lately, Jimmy Fallon, and Carson Daly, Kasher is making comedy work for him.
Three improvisational comedy troupes from around the Southeast share a bill for what's sure to be two wild nights at the Redux Contemporary Art Center. If you go, expect audience participation, racy sketches, and maybe even special effects. (P.S. It might get dirty.)
The Reformed Whores are a musical comedy duo from New York City with a penchant for sunny ukulele melodies and foul-mouthed lyrics. A sampling of song titles from their debut album Ladies Don't Spit: "Girl Crush," "Southern Cumfort," "Now That's a Mouthful" ... you can see where this is going.
Lucky for us, Frank Caeti is not an asshole. Indeed, lucky for us, he's one of Susan Messing's favorite people. Which means we'll get to see two seriously good improvisers play on stage together this weekend.
Clean jokes. Unclean jokes. Either way, these three stand-up comics performing at the Lighthouse at Shem Creek this week have got 'em.
If fast-talking comedy is your bag, Myq Kaplan and Zach Sherwin are your bag boys. The two comedians, who are friends in real life, share a whip-fast comedic timing — Kaplan as a stand-up, Sherwin as a rapper — that can leave audiences reeling as they catch up.
If there's one thing the Charleston Comedy Festival is known for, it's producing shows with random comedy acts together on a single stage and letting the laughs roll in. This year's festival has a few such shows, and one of them, the Comedy Marathon with Squirm and Germ, the Bartenders, and Shock Ts, promises a night of musicality and hilarity unlike any other.
Nobody wants to hear that dreaded reflexive cry, the withering accusation of our era: "That's racist!"
To us, improvising means playing off the fact that we just tripped over some damn cobblestone somewhere downtown. You know the drill: trip, stumble ever so slightly, and then run your fingers through your hair like you totally meant to do that.
Being a stand-up comic must take balls of steel. Walking on stage to the unknown, never sure if the crowd will like your jokes or get you or notice that you're sweating massively. No thanks.
Like a veteran bartender, Ben Rameaka has a pocketful of other people's worst stories — specifically, stories about their worst roommates. His New York improv group Airwolf specializes in riffing off audience members' apartment nightmares, and he's heard some doozies.
See Also: Charleston Comedy Festival Archives