San Diego outdoors: Aida, animal tracks, rugby, SUP with dogs, 1800s Old Town, waterski and wakeboard
Indoors: WWI San Diego, complete history of theater, Christopher Plummer, pickles, Van Gogh-Gaughin, Martina McBride
11:50 a.m., June 28
"I used to be indecisive. Now I'm not so sure." Steve Solomon's 90-minute show's a cornucopia of rehashed jokes (the punch lines often anticipated by people in the audience). His mother's Italian, which opens up an armada of stereotypes, and his father's Jewish, ditto the stereotypes. He says "I'm not making fun," but that doesn't exonerate the show from a near-rampant xenophobia. There are some funny bits, like a story about burying non-kosher silverware, but most of the evening's content to lower the lowest common denominator. You may never know what Ron Tobin, the performer, thinks about the material. He moves like a teacher on fast-forward, making eye contact, acknowledging audience responses (even when not forthcoming). He hits and runs and manages to endear himself even with material that belongs in a Dumpster.