When I was a kid, I thought eucalyptus trees were native to California. (I can admit this now because I have thought so many dumber things over the years.) Each year, I ran the Bay to Breakers, turned into the park, and enjoyed their smell immensely before the sea-salt-spray smacked me in the face at the final turn onto the Great Highway.
Yes, now I know they're not native. But I retain a soft spot for the groves of them in Golden Gate Park. Which is why I noted with interest a story in the San Francisco Chronicle about a dispute over eucalyptus trees in the Bay Area.
I can empathize with Anne Wolff. She's a clinical psychologist who bought a piece of property in Larkspur in part because she loved a grove of eucalyptus globulus - decribed by the Chron as "notoriously flammable."
The flammable part caught her neighbors' attention.
Noted, but not with much comment: Sarah Palin, appearing in Anaheim at an event Frank Stoltze attended and will cover for KPCC.
Ms. Palin made one brief mention of Senator Barbara Boxer, the woman Ms. Fiorina is trying to defeat, belittling her for voting to support water restrictions in the agriculturally rich Central Valley to protect an endangered species, the delta smelt.
“How about the priorities of Barbara Boxer?” Ms. Palin said. “She’d rather protect that two-inch fish than the water supply. You call it a two-inch fish. Where I come from, we call that bait.”
Shades of Richard Pombo, but Sarah Palin comes by her hostility to the Endangered Species Act honestly and separately: she didn't much like the polar bear being up for protection - in her state - either. So much so that she misrepresented the conclusions of Alaska's own scientists, and dismissed US Geological Survey studies that concluded the polar bear was threatened by global warming.
So Friday night I stopped by Rewind to see how their grand opening was going. Took some pictures: check 'em out below.
The party spread along Alvarado, folding metal chairs lined up, the spice-steam of tacos rising and spreading through the air. Families. Hipsters. Echo Park.
Los Angeles, for the first time in a long time, reminded me of New Orleans - where I kept a folding chair near my front door so I could sit on my stoop and toast the cross-the-street neighbors (nicer houses, with porches) - sipping a cocktail in the evenings. It's my error, not the city's: all kinds of people know how to inhabit the public space in this town. They just don't usually get credit for it.
Public space, of course, is our environment: our urban environment. And maybe that's where I get interested in covering the subject. We make decisions about the space we share every day, consciously and not. Offering home-cooked fresh food to someone who comes to your grand opening off the street says something about how you feel about your neighborhood, your environment. In a city, you can't escape the fact that we're negotiating with nature, and with each other, for our futures.
First, Artisanal LA. Here’s an event that’ll let you taste all the eco-edibles from local chocolatiers, confectioners, bakeries, restaurants, and breweries. The impressively long list of participating vendors includes both well-known local favorites to small newbie companies operating out of home kitchens.
Go for Compartes Chocolatier’s truffles, crafted using seasonal organic ingredients — or Homegirl Cafe’s Latin-flavored dishes made with fresh, cafe-grown produce — or Eagle Rock Brewery’s locally-made beer. Or be adventurous and try out artisan delights from foodies without storefronts. I’m especially eager to try Marcie’s Pies, made with farm fresh fruit from “beyond organic” Jimenez Family Farm in Santa Ynez valley.
The weekend-long event also has a full schedule of workshops, speakers, and demos. For the leafier nibblers, Chef Jonathan Rollo of my favorite salad spot, Greenleaf Chop Shop, will demo using local and seasonal produce; carnivores can learn about heritage meats and home butchering from Lindy & Grundy. Plus, there will be workshops on everything from herb gardening to hand-sewing egg cozies to pairing biodynamic wines with food.
Plus, eco-foodies will get to enjoy music from DJ Bryan Davidson, pick up free seedlings from Pitchfork’s Mud Baron, and receive free gift bags if they’re one of the first 1000 to arrive — all with the happy knowledge that some of the proceeds of the event will benefit LAUSD Edible School Gardens.
Artisanal LA happens Sat., Oct. 23 and Sun., Oct. 24 in the 11th floor penthouse of The Cooper Building, 860 S. Los Angeles St., downtown Los Angeles. Get your ticket in advance for $10 ($15 at the door)
Can’t afford the $10? Then head over to HomeGrown Culver City — a free celebration of “food, sustainable gardening and an ecological lifestyle,” according to the event website. This event’s one that keeps giving — because you’ll be able to learn at HomeGrown Culver City how to grow and make your own food too.
After all, the intent of the event is to get more people gardening. Lots of hands-on workshops, from gardening on raised beds to making jam to composting with worms, will help you dig into the homegrown movement. The event also promises kid-friendly entertainment and local food vendors serving dishes made with local ingredients.
The event’s free, but attendees are encouraged to bring canned or packaged healthy food and new children’s winter clothes to Beyond Shelter, a nonprofit that helps homeless families with children find permanent housing. HomeGrown Culver City happens Sat., Oct. 23 from 9 am to 5 pm in Media Park, 9070 Venice Blvd., Culver City.
Images: Artisanal LA and HomeGrown Culver City
For today's story about ewaste, I asked Oscar about some of the stuff he had in the store. This was by far my favorite item: a JVC boom box that converted into a portable cassette player. With individual band EQs! And an option for metal or standard cassettes? When we had this kind of magic, how did the eighties end?
On a certain level, this stereo and the Air Jordan high tops I wore while watching other suburban kids breakdance will always fit me. I have loved so many ridiculous objects that are somewhat electronic. But in a fickle way.
Some of them left my house the way a dog leaves to go to a special farm in the country when it's old: by which I mean, they were mercifully killed...most likely, sent into a landfill. And what was the good? I didn't even save E.T. with my Speak 'n Spell.