San Diego Unseen: An Urban Portrait
May 24, 2012
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By Dave Maass
Britney Henry throws hammers. Mind you, these aren’t your hardware-store, ball-peen or claw hammers. Henry throws the Olympic hammer, an ancient cousin of the sledgehammer, with a cannonball-like sphere at the end of a wire.
By Dave Maass
Britney Henry throws hammers. Mind you, these aren’t your hardware-store, ball-peen or claw hammers. Henry throws the Olympic hammer, an ancient cousin of the sledgehammer, with a cannonball-like sphere at the end of a wire.
By Kelly Davis
One side of Rosa Parks Field in City Heights is a patchwork of dust and dry grass. At halftime, Janice Jordan passes around a bag of Halls to her team, the Undisputed Ones— UD1s for short—to soothe dry throats.
By Kinsee Morlan
Weapon in hand, I immediately want to swing my sword around like Penelope Cruz in Pirates of the Caribbean: On Stranger Tides, maybe finishing my swordsmanship debut with a backflip into the splits.
By Morgan Wood
A few days before trying my luck on an SUP, I did what any self-respecting neophyte would have done: I Googled the sport and watched a few clips on YouTube. I found that a serious SUP subculture has emerged—and then I watched a cat jump into a cardboard box.
By Peter Holslin
As skateboarding culture became increasingly mainstream, the anti-rollerblading propaganda got louder and aggressive inline skating steadily waned in the United States
By Claire Trageser
The racewalker’s goal is simple: Walk as fast as possible. In fact, racewalking—an Olympic sport—has only two rules. One foot must always be on the ground (unlike in running) and each leg must be straight when its foot touches down.
By Ryan Bradford
We’re standing on top of a Downtown building that Tisdale manages, six stories up, on a particularly breezy evening. It’s his suggestion to hold our interview up there, to show me where he practices parkour. It’s an astonishing scene, set against San Diego’s skyline, and one that I can’t fully appreciate due to my intense fear of heights. I tell him that I’m fine, but, really, I’m terrified.
By Alex Zaragoza
Just like any other athlete, getting to top form doesn’t come without its bumps and bruises. Martin often works the pole so hard that her skin turns raw. But it’s no big deal to her.
By Peter Holslin
Today, bike polo is a people’s sport. Teams play regularly in cities around the world, competing in tournaments and maintaining friendly rivalries. Pickup games are played every week; all you need is an old beater of a bike, a helmet and a wheel guard to protect the spokes from getting mangled.
By Seth Combs
Whether Zumba is like Yoga (here to stay) or Tae Bo (a passing trend) remains to be seen. Peña says she’ll continue to teach it primarily because she knows that there are so many people like her in the gym who hate working out on treadmills and spinning classes.
By D.A. Kolodenko
Earlier this month, the Federal Energy Regulation Commission (FERC) ended its eight-month review of the massive power outage across San Diego, Imperial County, Yuma and Baja California on Sept. 8, 201
By D.A. Kolodenko
Earlier this month, the Federal Energy Regulation Commission (FERC) ended its eight-month review of the massive power outage across San Diego, Imperial County, Yuma and Baja California on Sept. 8, 201
By D.A. Kolodenko
The patrol car arrived and two officers stepped out and took a look at us teenage musicians with our weird clothes and knew all they needed to know.
By D.A. Kolodenko
“What are they doing?” one of the German students asked, pointing down at the kids with flashlights and buckets, running along the beach and squealing under the moonlight.
By D.A. Kolodenko
The other night, I stopped by my favorite Convoy Street Japanese joint for a gobo salad, but instead of driving straight home afterward, I swung by Mesa College Drive and pulled over on the street and sat there for a moment, staring into the past.
By D.A. Kolodenko
If you’ve ever run for your life from a tsunami—like I did in December of 2004, which I’ve written about in CityBeat more than once, and which still haunts me, and about which, yes, I am still mildly obsessed, so deal with it—then you’ve peered into the future of coastal life in all its global-warming glory.
By D.A. Kolodenko
“No hay espacio más ancho que el dolor.” (There is no space wider than grief.) —Pablo Neruda
The death of Ryan Carter, a 12-year-old El Cajon boy who was killed by a friend on Jan. 16, is so tragic that it’s unspeakable. The 10-year-old accused of taking Ryan’s life pleaded not guilty to murder the following Thursday in juvenile court.
By D.A. Kolodenko
I’ve never been on one of those trolley-shaped tour busses you see cruising around, but no doubt they channel visitors between San Diego’s points of sanctioned interest: The Gaslamp Quarter, Balboa Park, Cabrillo Monument, Old Town and so forth. Those who live in tourist destinations take for granted the things the tourists come to see. I think the last time I saw the Cabrillo Monument, cell phones hadn’t been invented yet. And how many times did you visit Old Town last year? Yeah, me neither.
By D.A. Kolodenko
San Diego—The Burrito War that has divided the state of California in one of the most heated American conflicts since the Civil War came to an end today when the city of San Francisco issued an official declaration of defeat, admitting once and for all that the San Diego Taco Shop is a better source for acquiring a delicious burrito than the San Francisco Taqueria and that “we were wrong about steaming tortillas and wrapping our burritos in tinfoil.”
By D.A. Kolodenko
A little more than a year ago, I wrote about getting back behind a drum set in my 40s and taking the instrument a lot more seriously than I did as a teenager. It’s not so easy to learn new things at this age, but I decided it was worth trying and that I’d have fun doing it. I was illustrating this simple point, one that’s always worth restating:
“If [you’ve] wondered whether it’s too late for you to return to or begin that creative endeavor that has always eluded or intrigued you, take my story to heart: It’s not too late.”
By D.A. Kolodenko
The argument you hear sometimes in defense of police brutality at the Occupy demonstrations is that protestors cross the line when they start camping (i.e. occupying stuff, which is kind of the point). If protestors refuse to obey orders, the argument goes, the police can do whatever it takes to make them comply. They can even pepper spray them in the face with the casualness of a drunk peeing on a tree, or, speaking of urination, hold arrested protesters in vans for so many hours, as the Sheriff’s Department did at the recent Civic Center crackdown, that the detainees are forced to relieve themselves in the vehicles.
By Enrique Limon
At times, I’ve felt as if my tenure at CityBeat has played out like low-budg version of The Devil Wears Prada (“a million girls would kill for your job” is one of my many mantras). So, with my love not just for alt-media, but journalism in general, still intact, I decided to kill the baby, so to speak.
By Enrique Limon
At times, I’ve felt as if my tenure at CityBeat has played out like low-budg version of The Devil Wears Prada (“a million girls would kill for your job” is one of my many mantras). So, with my love not just for alt-media, but journalism in general, still intact, I decided to kill the baby, so to speak.
By Enrique Limon
Though fur-suit enthusiasts have a public Meetup page, it wasn’t easy to get access to the outing.
By Enrique Limon
If you’re a regular reader, you know that The Eagle holds a special place in my pervy heart; some of my best nights there have turned into columns, while the really good ones I’ve kept between me and Layla, the friendly woman at the free clinic.
By Enrique Limon
Guiding his buddy as he sewed up the stockinette-stitched sleeve along the stop-sign rod, he recounted the tale of his first stop-sign flower
By Enrique Limon
Slevcove became familiar with the whimsical, kitschy statuette during high-school church-group trips to the TJ slums and vividly recalls that first encounter.
By Enrique Limon
There are two conditions from which Brazilian-boartist Paulo Nazareth will most likely never suffer: potassium deficiency and male pattern baldness.
By Enrique Limon
Standing well over 6 feet tall in heels (closer to 7 with the right hair), his presence is imposing, and halfway through his transformation, the similarities between him and his idol are uncanny.
By Enrique Limon
On a mission, he crossed Vermont Street. I waited for the walk sign, and as I joined him, a cop shone his patrol lights and ordered me to stop. The officer, sans badge or ID tag, instructed me to surrender my identification, proceeded with what I believe was an illegal search and wrote me a jaywalking ticket.
By Enrique Limon
By Enrique Limon
Recently, I found myself at a creative dead-end. Yes, a couple of news stories had caught my eye, and, yes, I’d had my share of debaucherous nights. But I just wasn’t sure how to translate that to a 900-word narrative.
By Jim Ruland
Every year, I make the pilgrimage to L.A. to attend the festival and come home with loads of books. This year, I moderated a panel called “Fiction: Over the Edge,” which involved no small amount of reading.
By Jim Ruland
Every year, I make the pilgrimage to L.A. to attend the festival and come home with loads of books. This year, I moderated a panel called “Fiction: Over the Edge,” which involved no small amount of reading.
By Jim Ruland
For modern American travelers, there’s a giant latte and overpriced cinnamon bun waiting for us at every stage of our journey to remind us how easy we have it. Thankfully, there are those who seek out the road less traveled and report on what they find there.
By Jim Ruland
It’s that time of year when the “Luck of the Irish” is in the air. But what most of us forget is that the Irish have been fantastically unlucky.
By Jim Ruland
While it’s somewhat sad that the valentine has turned into a tacky commodity sold by the dozen so that no classmate is excluded from cupid’s arrow, I still recall the thrill of receiving a note from a mysterious stranger.
By Jim Ruland
If you’re like me, you’re probably sick of lists proclaiming the best and worst of 2011 and what to watch out for in 2012. As an antidote, consider these four books of lists that eschew the here and now in favor of a wider view. Conclusion: The human species has always been a mess.
By Jim Ruland
This linked collection of stories opens with a mini-epic that’s like a mashup of James Dickey and William Faulkner and doesn’t let up from there.
By Jim Ruland
The only way to escape the absurdity of family drama is to avoid being born. One of the comforts of literature, however, is to remind us that no matter how great our suffering might be, there are those who have it much, much worse.
By Jim Ruland
I’m a sucker for scary stories. Spooky scenarios enthrall me: A group of kids dare each other to spend the night in the old house on the hill. Scientists at a remote station uncover something uncanny. While walking his dog late at night a man discovers his next door neighbor digging a hole in the backyard.
By Jim Ruland
Whether it’s a Kindle, Nook or iPad, the electronic reader is here, and it’s probably here to stay. Even though one in six Americans now owns an e-reader, naysayers abound. I’m by no means an early adopter, but the emergence of the electronic book feels inevitable, intuitive and altogether sensible.
By Jim Ruland
When I was in the Navy, I served on a frigate stationed in San Diego. I was the kind of sailor who gives the Navy a bad reputation in this town. As a result, I was frequently restricted to the ship. While my shipmates were out carousing, I passed the time reading whatever books I could put my hands on.
