Today at Flavorpill, we listened to a surprising good acoustic cover of Sisqó’s “Thong Song” by Ghost of Patrick Swayze. We teased our hair sky high before reading up on the history of Dallas . We took some sound advice. We pondered heading west for this exhibition about San Francisco and cinema. We learned that Vincent Gallo jilted the Whitney — and then kind of disappeared. We discovered Marina Abramović doesn’t see herself as a feminist. We went nutso for this stunning, church-like treehouse that was built by a minister. We watched a short film that recreates Patti Smith’s 1976 performance on SNL. We cringed with morbid fascination at Animal’s Russian dash-cam article (complete with crash-tastic supercut). We wanted to try a green tea Kit Kat from Japan. We admired Sylvia Plath’s sketches. And finally, we heard from a candid Ethan Hawke on why it’s easy to act in movies. He told the A.V. Club: “When you have the world’s best cinematographers lighting you and framing out the bad parts and then cutting to the best scene, and they play music underneath it, it’s pretty hard to suck shit.”