Plus Letters to Good Times
A great human encouraged me to take flying lessons, so last weekend there I was, up in a small Cessna, flying at 3,000 feet above the bay. A fascinating experience. We forget sometimes how beautiful this area actually is when we’re walking and moving around on land. From the air, it truly does look like paradise. But the flying lessons also became somewhat of a mirror for real life, too—especially when you’re learning how to land that damn plane. I found it very metaphoric in an odd looking-for-significance way. The bottom line: It never hurts to see the bigger picture. Next up: Skydiving. Anybody up for it?
Worst is preconception about how you’re supposed to act and behave
of your gender. And the best is you get to wear great clothes.
Bonnie Doon | nurse
This was the scene at the recent Capitola Art and Wine Festival. Wine was selling as briskly as ever (one of the few truly recession-proof commodities). But many artists, especially among the stalwarts who do this show every year, had to depend on smaller items—cards and prints instead of original art, earrings instead of more elaborate pieces of jewelry—whose sales added up to a show that was good, but not as sensational as in palmier days of yore.
Despite sluggish sales at outdoor shows or in galleries, however, there's a slight uptick in commissions, mostly from private collectors who know exactly what they want and aren't afraid to ask for it. By "collectors," I don't mean philanthropic billionaires cruising in stretch limos, or swanky nobles, à la the Medicis, throwing around purses of gold (not that every artist alive wouldn't love to have a patron like that, but let's try to stay on track, here). In real life, especially here in Santa Cruz, collectors are ordinary working folks with mortgages, families, and property taxes, just like the rest of us. In tough economic times, an artist's best friend can be the collector who already knows and appreciates his or her work.
In Washington, Saturday, Sept. 18, President Obama spoke to Congressional Black Caucus leaders saying, "I need everybody here to go back to your neighborhoods, and workplaces, to your churches, and barbershops, and beauty shops. Tell them we have more work to do. Tell them we can't wait to organize. Tell them that the time for action is now.”
President Obama is correct. We know astrologically change and transformation are everywhere with a simultaneous powerful resistance to those changes by the forces of retrogression. So not only the Black Caucus leaders but all of us are called to action and to (safe)“guard the change.”
Plus Letters to Good Times
Fall has arrived and so, too, has an increased tempo that will take us toward the end of 2010, and into another new year. Not so fast—there’s a lot to explore between now and December. And this week, in our annual Fall Home & Garden issue, we do just that. In crafting this year’s issue, we were particularly impressed with gardens, and “growers” for that matter. As we move into an abundant time of harvest, take note of a few locals spotlighted this week who’ve mastered the art of generating lush gardens, particularly Cynthia Sandberg of Love Apple Farm (page 16). There are a few garden-related events taking place in the coming weeks that stand out, too, so it’s a bonanza out there. Check out more H&G stories online at goodtimessantacruz.com, as well exclusive tips for your home and garden by a well-known local designer and grower. Dig in.
I think that it's ridiculous that people are protesting it and that it's a racist and stereotyping kind of a thing. Just because certain factions of the Islamic state committed violent acts against Americans it doesn't condemn all the people that are American citizens and have a right to practice their faith. Forgiveness is much more powerful than holding resentment and it would help everybody.
Santa Cruz | PhD Student
(Note: Writing humorous essays involving hurricanes during hurricane season is insensitive, reckless and ill-advised. The author recognizes this. She is currently planning a series of pieces on drunk Santas, so clearly has no perception of social boundaries. She feels awful about this.)
September is underway, another school year has begun, and I, along with legions of my writing peers, had planned an annual ritual dripping with nostalgia: a poignant, amusing column on the back-to-school miracle affecting anyone past the age of … back-to-school, waxing poetic about sharpened pencils and fresh lined paper. I had even undertaken a project to empathize with my kids’ hours of mind-numbing boredom during less than interesting academic subjects. (FYI, I intended to study a topic about which I have absolutely no curiosity whatsoever, find chillingly dull, and causes my eyeballs to melt from lack of interest: What to Expect When I’m Expecting. This took much consideration. My list also included Other People’s Drug Trips and Hedge Funds. Also note— it’s very difficult to think of things about which one doesn’t give a hoot. It’s elementally counterintuitive.)
Plus Letters to Good Times
Last weekend, I attended the annual benefit for Life Lab’s Science Program and was impressed with everything that actually goes on at The Farm at UC Santa Cruz. Now celebrating 31 years, this lush garden is really an Eden for the community. Many things stand out, but you can’t help but be impressed with what Life Lab does for youth in this county. There’s something about working in the Earth, with the Earth and for the Earth that feeds the soul, and I suspect that the kids who’ve experienced some part of this program have gone on to appreciate life, people, living in a new way. Catch my on-the-scene interviews at GTv on our website, goodtimessantacruz.com. In the meantime, kudos to chef Jon Dickinson and his mighty crew for serving up some of the freshest, most delicious foods I’ve tasted all year. Dickinson, who impresses at Cafe Cruz, donates all of his time for the event.