It's been a favorite of jury pool members, people on the Chowhound board, and journalists looking for an affordable lunch, but now all those people are shut out. The cafeteria downstairs in the John Ferraro building - DWP's big iconic heaquarters on Hope Street - is no longer for you. (Okay, me.)
A sign near the entrance to the building says this has been true as of August 30, 2010. But none of the security guards or anyone else I ran into knew why. I've got calls in to the DWP's media relations folks, so I'll update you.
I will say it seems weird to close down a cafeteria in a public building to public access. I mean, the U.S. Senate lets the public eat in its cafeteria, as does the House of Representatives. Locally, we have The Gas Company's cafeteria. Until it went out of business, you could rub elbows with city hall staffers at the snack bar there. Anyone know what gives? Any jurors (rural or otherwise) run into this problem yet?
When seismologist Lisa Grant Ludwig first told me she worked on a patch of land in the Carrizo Plain called the Bidart Fan, I said, you mean like Frank Bidart? Having poets for siblings has, once again, enabled me to get a good view of the intersection of two specialities.
Which is cool.
Lisa Grant Ludwig told me when I visited with her on the Carrizo Plain that she has been drawn to this plain of land for 20 years as a scientist. Frank Bidart has realized the search be began as a boy, to be an artist, by leaving it. And I'm struck, as I sometimes am, by the rough beauty of what California helps make possible in art and science.
It struck me, too, that Frank Bidart's not in any way a poet of place - he doesn't write about Bakersfield's landscape, the land where he grew up. But even by keeping that place in his rearview mirror he's shaped by it.
No clearer example of the decayed and decaying relationship between the Department of Water and Power and the L.A. City Council exists than the Pong-like battle over watering rules in the city of Los Angeles.
It's become like Pong because it's just outright boring. (If you never played Pong, it's like Activision Decathalon, when you would have to just shake the joystick back and forth for about 15 minutes to run a marathon. If you don't know what either of those two things are, well, you're not a Gen X-er who had an Atari 2600, and you probably never read the Sears catalog like a novel either.) So maybe another metaphor for it is this: imagine two people straightening a picture hanging on a wall. The first time it went on the wall, it pulled out some plaster; they were using the wrong hook in the wrong place. But now that it's secure on the wall, they're each nudging one corner, one on the left, one on the right, each saying saying his way is straighter.
Just a quick update on a story I posted over the weekend about Ventura stormwater management. The regional water quality control board has for three years been working on low-impact development rules: a watershed-wide permit that would govern how new development and re-development must manage stormwater on their properties. Last week the board took an action: but nobody who was at the meeting has been able to report clearly to me what happened there.
The board's interim executive officer, Sam Unger, now says the specific language of the stormwater permit will be available today or, at latest, tomorrow.
I've been on an extended vacation for the last coupla weeks - including in New Orleans, about which I'll have something to say later. But as I re-enter my brain into my job, I noticed this Chicago Tribune story about plans to apply Rotenone to deal with Asian Carp - an invasive species in the Great Lakes region.
Some years back (nearly three!) I did a story on aquatic invasive species in California. (Can't seem to find it on our website, but here's an external link.) California, of course, has thrown Rotenone in its lakes, too. And just recently the Lahontan Regional Water Quality Control Board met in Tahoe to approve Rotenone for killing invasive species in a place they're trying to protect angling for Paiute cutthroat trout.