It has been interesting while being on the road with our Inspired by California film project visiting other art communities. We have seen several First Friday Art Walks, some of which consisted of only six venues, but were very well attended. One of the art communities that we visited that stands out in my mind is Laguna Beach.
I didn't go out again yesterday, even though I was game to give it another try, but Mom was still jittery from the nasty "almost lost in a hole" incident. We got a good night's sleep, after Mom took a Valium. At 5:30 a.m. this morning, the garbage behemoths rounded the corner of Jordan Street and just about flipped off my tight pink collar. I shivered under the bed. This guttural jolt amped my nerves, and thus the day began.
Mom had some water with her vitamins .. note to Mom: don't forget the hair vitamins today. I know you're bored with taking the fallen hair out of the tiny drain in that wacky tub. Then came her chai, after waiting a bit too long for the pan to heat on that flimsy stovetop. Stage three of the collar controversy began, especially after Mom cut off the harness with scissors, as I growled and held back my attack instincts because my Mama is the best, just a little misguided right now. So, this morning, Mom decided to take me out on the leash while she fetched her New York Times. Seeing the paper on the front stoop was nostalgic and familiar for her. I shivered again, in the lovely cool Santa Cruz ocean air, still tense from the garbage trucks. I could hear their growl in the distance.
I couldn't walk down the steps ... Those growls were still scaring me, and then the head popped ... there "it" was: Killer Cat is how the neighbors refer to this Manx creature. He found me. I ran in the house, freaked ... then, after a few moments of shivering, I perched myself at the front studio window ... to be continued
UCSC farm presents 2nd annual Queer Farmer Field Day on June 19
With the raucous annual Pride Parade just around the corner in San Francisco, UC Santa Cruz queer students are preparing for a very different celebration: the 2nd annual Queer Farmer Field Day. Because while risqué costume parades and inebriated dance parties are all good and well, the Queer Farmer Field Day celebrates community in quite a different way.
International Surfing Day ushers in a weekend of events and awareness
Etched on the walls of the Monterey Bay Aquarium is a quote by natural science writer Loren Eiseley that reads, “If there is magic on this planet, it is contained in water.”
Whether cascading fluidly on longboards or turning jaggedly on shortboards through incoming sets at any of the surf spots around the county, Santa Cruz’s brigade of surfers is infamous for its nearly holy communion with water. Really, where else in the world can you find so many (so many!) groms and grandmas waxing philosophical while waxing up their boards? So, it makes sense that in a our nearly mythological coastal town whose residents understand well Eiseley’s words of wisdom, you wouldn’t expect anything less than a full weekend of hoopla surrounding the 6th Annual International Surfing Day (ISD).
Mark Halfmoon and I have been on the road for 15 days now, having just left Los Angeles last night. We spent four days interviewing people and documenting the Los Angeles experience. In some ways this is where it all began for me, many years ago when I first moved to California and lived just north of Los Angeles. I instantly knew that California was where I wanted to be. It took me 20 years and many visits to finally move here and little did I know that I would end up in Santa Cruz, now my home for the last seven years. There were less people then and there were more prune and citrus fields, now replaced by housing complexes, but the spirit of California is very much alive.
With 100 million-plus gallons of oil spewed into the Gulf so far, who wouldn’t be? Santa Cruz may be quite a ways from the Gulf Coast, but that doesn’t mean residents can’t do something about it. As we approach 60 days since the BP rig exploded, here are some tips for getting your voice heard: Join Hands Across the Sand in a global protest against Big Oil on Saturday, June 26. Locally, the event will be at Cowell and Main beaches beginning at 11 a.m. (Visit handsacrossthesand.org for more information.) Organize your own event or fundraiser, or write to our federal representative, 17th District Congressman Sam Farr, or to the president (there’s a template on the Sierra Club’s site, beyondoil.com).
Call it fate, luck or chance that my fellow Obsessive Beauty writer Christa Martin and I happened to be in New York City at the same time. Our paths would only cross there by one day however, so it was imperative that we cram as much shopping as possible into a single 24-hour period. With much pre-planning and a trusty iPhone to guide us, we navigated the world class shopping streets of SoHo like native New Yorkers.