Creative Juice Art Bar (6530 E. Tanque Verde Road) and Gifted Custom Art will team up on Saturday, Oct. 1 to raise money for the local Boys and Girls Clubs in Tucson. You don't have to be a modern Monet to attend this painting philanthropy event.

The concept is simple: Gifted provides a photo for you and your friends to convert into a painted masterpiece and Creative Juice gives you a place to do it. Registration to the Gifted Giving event is $55 per person and every registration gives one painting experience to a child at the Boys and Girls Club of Tucson - Frank and Edith Morton Clubhouse.    

For more information on how to register, click here. 

Forget about the "next step" in education funding Governor Ducey promised when he wanted to pass Prop 123. Ducey has forgotten about it, or is trying to forget, anyway. His phrase du jour is "changing the trend line."

Ducey published an op ed about his most recent educational goal. He wants 60 percent of Arizonans to have a college degree or career training certificate by 2030. Oh, he admits it won't be easy to reach that mark—right now, about 42 percent of adults in the state are there—but he thinks we can do it. How? He didn't offer a plan. He didn't suggest more funding for K-through-college education. All we need is a goal, he says. Ducey told reporters after presenting his 60 percent benchmark, “Nothing focuses the mind and the resources like setting that goal.”

If we just focus our minds . . .

In our future, I see bumper stickers passed out by the governor's office that read, "Visualize World Peace More College Grads." Or Ducey dressed like Peter Pan, hands clasped together, saying, "Do you believe in more college grads, boys and girls? Then wherever you are, clap your hands. Clap! Clap!"

Once again, Ducey has made it clear, he has no plans to increase next year's education budget. Any budget surplus is earmarked for tax cuts for his rich friends. Instead, he's patting himself on the back for "changing the trend line" in education funding. Which means, after a consistent, dramatic downturn in education funding since the 2008 recession, he's leveling things out.

Ducey wants us to believe he increased education funding in last year's budget, hoping we have short memories. So, lest we forget, here's what Ducey wrote, and what actually happened.

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Leah (Morgan Saylor), a college student in New York City, is moving into a new apartment. She meets a drug dealer (Brian ‘Sene’ Marc) who she really likes, and gets mixed up in some bad stuff with him. Meanwhile, she’s doing an internship at an ad agency where her boss (Justin Bartha) calls her into the office and, well, there’s trouble in the boss’s office, too, and it involves drugs and his pants.

Basically, this girl can’t do anything right, and when her drug dealer boyfriend gets arrested, she finds herself doing all kinds of stuff to help him out involving drugs and man-pants.

Writer-director Elizabeth Wood makes a film that feels like Larry Clark’s Kids, in that nothing good seems to ever happen to the teenaged protagonist; the bad juju just keeps piling on. It gets a little tedious to watch at times. Saylor is good as the girl with serious issues before the semester starts, while Bartha scores as the dick boss who should stay away from the interns. Chris Noth shows up as an attorney who seems helpful, but really just wants to get paid.

Parents, this one will have you seriously reconsidering that idea of letting your college aged kids live off campus. Well, actually, shit gets pretty unreal in the dorms, too.

Tapped The Osmonds ear-bender “Crazy Horses” for Song of the Day but remembered Tucson’s man-for-all-seasons Chick Cashman (nee Clif Taylor) and the killer takedown version he recorded last year with one-time Black Flag shouter Ron Reyes (and backed by rhythm aces Boyd Peterson and Jamie Peters). Lord do Cashman and Reyes make a fist-jacking bid to top the untoppable original.  

That original, a screaming anti-pollution screed penned by eldest Osmond bros Alan, Merrill and Wayne, found the group perhaps overcompensating their populist teen boogie while listening hard to, say, Buddy Miles, Mountain and Sweet, yet shamefully overlooked when rock ’n’ roll cred was being doled out. ( "Crazy Horses" was, you’ll note, about as sonically detached from Joseph Smith and “One Bad Apple” as anyone could be back in ’72). This version by soul bros Cashman and Reyes features all the funked-up glam and jizzy slam of the original while bettering any other version this digit has ever heard, including the much-ballyhooed yet comparatively limp takes by Electric Six, KMFDM and The Sensational Alex Harvey Band. More, there are no tongues in cheeks. Among the heavy-wristed riffs and slashes, Cashman and Reyes are saying fuck irony, we absolutely adore this shit.

It's National Library Card Month! The Pima County Public Library is teaming up with the American Library Association to ensure that everyone in the community gets their hands on a library card. The best part about the library is that it's free, but you have to have a library card. If you are on the fence about getting a card, the county library has recruited the help of the Peanuts characters like Snoopy to help convince you. 

To learn more about how you can get a library card to one of the 27 libraries in the county visit: www.library.pima.gov

If you're not sure what to use your new library card for, check out book recommendations from Charlie Brown, Peppermint Patty, Lucy and Schroeder. 

In this week's Weekly List, we highlighted some of our favorite Tucson yoga classes—you know, just in case you need something to help cool down after a stressful few days. If yoga's not your thing, I reccomend a good ol' fashioned movie marathon.

This is a list of Casa Video's most rented movies over last week. Maybe it'll inspire your weekend movie marathon. 

1. The Jungle Book
   

Ron Howard directs the first major Beatles documentary since The Beatles Anthology in the nineties.

While Anthology is still the most definitive and damn well perfect account of the greatest band to ever walk the earth, Howard does a nice job culling footage snippets of the band during their short lived touring days, replete with screaming fans (one of them being Sigourney Weaver, who is seen in a crowd during vintage footage and in a present interview).

The surviving Beatles, Paul McCartney and Ringo Starr, participate with interviews, while John Lennon and George Harrison have a strong presence in archived interviews. As with Anthology, there’s no narrator, just the voices of the Fab Four either recounting those crazy touring days or commenting on them as they were happening.

The film focuses for the most part on their stretch as a live band. That stretch ended right before Sgt. Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band, when The Beatles became a studio band and eschewed live performances. As the film demonstrates, that decision came about not because they didn’t love playing together, but because they were basically afraid for their lives.

Hardcore fans will be familiar with most of the interviews and performances, although you will see and hear some surprises. This film is actually a great starting point for any of you out there looking to get a little more serious in your examination of the band. Keep this in mind when you check them out: This band did what they did in just seven years. SEVEN YEARS. That’s how long it takes many current bands to put out one album. The many style and sound changes they went through, most of them anyway, are depicted in this film. They were the very definition of progressive.

Through all of the media, music, lifestyle, fashion and technological changes that have happened since the sixties, The Beatles have remained an amazing, lasting, non-dated entity. They were cool then, and they are cool now. They will always be cool, and Ron Howard is well aware of this.

Watch the movie, then dive into the albums.

In case you haven't noticed, hardly anyone that lives here is a Tucson Native. I kid you not. You can ask five different people where they are from and you will likely get the following answers: New York, Illinois, Michigan, and two other frozen over states that Satan will never step foot in. Just about everyone comes from somewhere else, and settles in here, ready to take on the hell hot summers like a champ. Because 106 degrees on a good day beats five below zero any day, right? 

Then there are those of us who aren't from here, but were dragged here by our parents as some sort of gentle take on biblical punishment. Our parents did not believe in "Spare the rod, spoil the child," but they did fully buy into "and the meek shall inherit the earth," so this was their way of wearing us down. "Bring the children to the surface of the sun," they said. "Eventually they will be so weak from their futile attempts to leave, they will have everything their hearts desire!" they said. *Insert evil laugh* 

I fall into that second category. Moved here with mom, from the coolest city in the world, New York, when I was 11. I cried when we left; she cried when we landed. Fitting. I had very little say in the matter (read: NONE), and I remember being shocked out of my mind that this desert of death with the silent "C" actually had grocery stores, stop lights, and BUSSES!  But alas, it wasn't The Big Apple, and I tried like hell to go back home. I mean, I couldn't even get a slice of pizza here! What was this place that makes you buy an ENTIRE pizza pie just so you can eat ONE STINKIN' SLICE? Every summer I lobbied, albeit unsuccessfully, for a one way ticket back to my concrete paradise. Every. Damn. Summer. And then finally, I gave up. I admitted defeat. I couldn't have my pizza, but I did have my Eegee's, so I guessed that was better than nothing. Now don't get me wrong, it was no Mario's Italian Ice in a yellow cup with a wooden spoon and the syrupy, sugary bottom—but it was somethin'. 

Your weekly guide to keeping busy in the Old Pueblo.

Pick of the Week

Downtown Radio One-Year Anniversary Bash: The fight-the-good-fight, anti-corporate folks over at Downtown Radio (99.1 FM) have been on-air for a glorious 12 months. That’s right, a whole damn year in an impoverished city. By our (or any) calculation, that’s a feat worth lifting toast or ten to. Five premier Tucson bands are tapped to celebrate said feat, including Katterwaul, Golden BooTs, Adara Rae and the Homewreckers, Louise Le Hir, and 8 Minutes to Burn. Friday, Sept. 16. 8 p.m. The Flycatcher, 340 E. 6th St. $7. 21+.

Food & Booze

15th Annual Roasted Chile Festival: Green corn tamales. Pork tacos. Salsa. Green Chile Cornbread. Green enchilada sauce. Challenge yourself to make your favorite green chile delights this fall (and even try some new ones), after you stock up on peppers at the Roasted Chile Festival. Don't be afraid to get a big bag: Internet wisdom says these chilies freeze for up to six months, but we know a Nana who would stretch her green chile harvest out all year long. 9 a.m. to 3 p.m. Saturday, Sept. 17. Rincon Valley Farmers Market, 12500 E. Old Spanish Trail. Free to attend, but don't forget your wallet!

Tucson 5th Annual Beer Cup: It is a battle royal as Tucson's top 10 breweries compete to determine who has the best beers in the categories of Best Flagship Beer, Best Specialty Beer, and People's Choice. Along with the breweries, other beer loving organizations will be in attendance as well, including: Local First Arizona, Living Street Alliance, Tucson Homebrew Club, Yelp Tucson, and Girls Pint Out. The event takes place on Saturday, Sep. 17 from 6-9 p.m., tickets can be bought on the event website. 6-9 p.m. Saturday, Sept. 17.  Hotel Congress, 311 E. Congress Street. $25 before $30 at the door.