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Noir at the Bar Mar 29, 2015 An evening of noir-ish readings featuring Thomas Perry, Jo Perry, Tim Hallinan, Naomi Hirahara, Jim Ruland and Maria Alexander. Author's books will be available for purchase and signing. 65 other events on Sunday, March 29
 
Concerts
Bands coming to town and just-announced shows
News
Bill would require City Council approval of city-funded nonprofit's decisions
Seen Local
Organizers of the Art+Feminism Wikipedia Edit-A-Thon in San Diego have a lot of work to do
Film
Abderrahmane Sissako’s Oscar-nominated film tops our coverage of movies screening around town
Arts & Culture feature
Rising stars of San Diego's architect-as-developer movement mind the little details

 

 
 
Far Afield

Drinking responsibly at the Morley Field disc-golf course

Or: Hey, you kids, get off of our lawn!

By Hutton Marshall

On the first tee of the finely groomed Morley Field disc-golf course, five college-age kids are waiting to begin their round. With startling synchronicity, they each grab a can of Natural Light beer and shotgun it without a care about those watching.

Far Afield

San Diego has a pro paintball Dynasty

Who knew the team is the most successful in the sport’s history?

By David Rolland

Five young men covered in blue and black protective uniforms are clustered together at one end of a field on the base at Camp Pendleton, each armed with a gun and poised to attack.

Far Afield

Sweating the yogis at Bikram Yoga Mira Mesa

More than two-dozen postures in 105-degree heat is brutal

By Jamie Pasternack

It’s 3:30 p.m. and Eeva Bernardo has the thermostat of her yoga studio cranked precisely to 105 degrees. She takes off her shoes as she enters and begins wiping the wall-length mirror to get rid of any sweat left over from her earlier class.

Far Afield

Britney Henry hopes to throw her way to the Olympics

Can centrifugal force carry a San Diego athlete to London?

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.

Far Afield

Undisputed Ones score goals—and set ’em, too

San Diego soccer team hopes to take their game overseas

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.

Far Afield

Fighting to keep chivalry alive

Crossing blades at a class in historical sword combat

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.

Far Afield

A surfer learns to stand-up paddleboard

San Diego’s varied waters are ideal for newish hybrid sport

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.

Far Afield

Ridiculed and ostracized, rollerbladers hit new strides

Did you know that San Diego is considered a mecca for inline skating?

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

Far Afield

Racewalking may look silly, but just try to keep up

Olympic sport is all about swaying hips, straight legs and surprising speed

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.

Far Afield

San Diego Parkour Club finds the quickest route between two points

For members, it’s all about philosophy and movement

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.

Inside a Whale's Vagina

Hello, new life

I’m ending this column so I can focus on helping orphans in Mexico

By D.A. Kolodenko

When she was 11, Marzena’s 35-year-old father died of cancer. Four years later, her mother, at age 37, also died of cancer. Relatives decided that 15-year-old Marzena would leave Poland to live with her father’s sister in the United States.

Inside a Whale's Vagina

Atop Palomar Mountain

San Diego’s spiritual mecca needs our help

By D.A. Kolodenko

Life is fleeting. It’s good. It’s bad. Then we vanish. It’s pointless one minute and precious the next. Who knows what it’s for?

Inside a Whale's Vagina

There are no speakeasies in San Diego

Noble Experiment and Prohibition are more like great saloons

By D.A. Kolodenko

Imagine you’re inside a bar in San Diego. Let’s say it’s in the attic of a shoe-repair shop in a part of town where you don’t want to walk around at night. You can get the password only by sending a self-addressed, stamped envelope to a post-office box.

Inside a Whale's Vagina

Soul sores

10 disgraces of San Diego spaces

By D.A. Kolodenko

There may be more pressing misuses of our public and private spaces, like lack of adequate homeless shelters, but these are my 10 pet peeves of the last 10 years. The dominant theme: carelessness.

Inside a Whale's Vagina

Friday the 13th was just another day

Get over it already!

By D.A. Kolodenko

Last Friday was Friday the 13th! So what? You don’t actually believe that bullshit, do you? Apparently, you do. Or at least a lot of you do.

Inside a Whale's Vagina

Why I prefer bars without televisions

Starlite Lounge and Jaynes Gastropub are two local spots that understand

By D.A. Kolodenko

I like endearing aspects of our culture that are fading away, and a main one is a bar without a television.

Inside a Whale's Vagina

Remembering the Great Blackout of 2011

What were you doing when we all went off the grid?

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

Inside a Whale's Vagina

Welcome to San Diego, where hate happens

Remembering the day I got beaten up in La Jolla

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.

Inside a Whale's Vagina

Celebrating San Diego’s grunion run

These sexy little beasts are a late-night beach tradition

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.

Inside a Whale's Vagina

Remembering my near encounter with the Clairemont tank guy

A visit to Mesa College takes me back to 1995 and the last day of Shawn Nelson’s life

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.

The Enrique Experience

It’s curtains for the Experience

Sad to say, it’s time to bludgeon the baby

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.

The Enrique Experience

Fur and loathing in Lake Murray

Wearing animal costumes isn’t always a sex thing, ya know

By Enrique Limon

Though fur-suit enthusiasts have a public Meetup page, it wasn’t easy to get access to the outing.

The Enrique Experience

San Diego’s leather community believes the children are the future

The Eagle helps disadvantaged kids with eyebrow-raising Easter baskets

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.

The Enrique Experience

Yarn-bombing the signs

Clairemont man is unblocking up the scenery and breaking up minds

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

The Enrique Experience

In search of... Chango

Local surfer gives ‘monkey business’ a whole new meaning

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.

The Enrique Experience

Artist Paulo Nazareth’s work is bananas

Brazilian artist who made a splash at Art Basel kicks it in San Diego

By Enrique Limon

There are two conditions from which Brazilian-boartist Paulo Nazareth will most likely never suffer: potassium deficiency and male pattern baldness.

The Enrique Experience

Chad Michaels is out to take reality TV with a bang (and a tuck)

Local queen is going to ‘drag Disneyland’

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.

The Enrique Experience

I spent Christmas in the clink

Deck the halls with a little rosé, a zealous cop and some new friends in the holding tank

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.

The Enrique Experience

The first rule of finding your muse: Carry a notepad

Literary masterpieces don’t come from ink-covered body parts

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.

The Floating Library

Southern California detective tales

Matt Coyle and Earl Javorsky keep readers in suspense

By Jim Ruland

Palm trees, sandy beaches and warm ocean breezes typically aren't the makings of a gritty detective novel. They are in Yesterday's Echo, local author Matt Coyle's debut novel and the first in the Rick Cahill detective series.

The Floating Library

Master of the macabre

Celebrating Edward Gorey’s 90th birthday

By Jim Ruland

The Unstrung Harp is hardly an endorsement for a life in letters, yet it remains one of the most honest books about the writing process I've ever read.

The Floating Library

Two ways of looking at a woman’s body

Reviews of ‘‘You Who Read Me with Passion Now Must Forever Be My Friends’ by Dorothy Iannone and ‘Binary Star’ by Sarah Gerard

By Jim Ruland

In You Who Read Me with Passion Now Must Forever Be My Friends (Siglio Press), a collection works by artist Dorothy Iannone and edited by Lisa Pearson, sex is both everywhere and nowhere. 

The Floating Library

Strangeness in the stacks: 3 works of fiction set in Japan

Reviews of Haruki Murakami’s ‘The Strange Library,’ Yoko Ogawa’s ‘The Housekeeper and the Professor’ and Mary Yukari Waters ‘The Laws of Evening’

By Jim Ruland

I’m not the biggest fan of Haruki Murakami’s fiction, but when I saw a copy of The Strange Library in the bookstore, I had to pick it up. The slender volume sealed in plastic and designed by rock-star book designer Chip Kidd made me intensely curious about what strange magic might be inside.

The Floating Library

Pynchon at the beach

Walking in the footsteps of the world’s most reclusive author

By Jim Ruland

A friend of mine went into a bookstore in Los Angeles and asked the man behind the counter if they had a copy of Inherent Vice by Thomas Pynchon. "You don't want to read that," he said.

The Floating Library

Lindsay Hunter’s ‘Ugly Girls’ raises the stakes

Short-story writer’s debut novel is sensational

By Jim Ruland

In Lindsay Hunter’s sensational debut novel, Ugly Girls, Baby Girl and Perry are high schoolers from Hell. Perry is the pretty one. Baby Girl seeks a different kind of attention.

The Floating Library

The Marlowe drive of Juniper Song

Steph Cha’s new detective novel, ‘Beware Beware,’ follows the footsteps of Raymond Chandler’s famous gumshoe

By Jim Ruland

Much like her fictional forebear, Philip Marlowe, Juniper Song drinks heavily, smokes like a chimney and calls Los Angeles home. 

The Floating Library

Exploring ‘Doctor Benjamin Franklin’s Dream America’

A work of historical fiction with a speculative twist

By Jim Ruland

To say that Doctor Benjamin Franklin's Dream America is an inventive work of fiction is like calling the ocean a tad salty. 


The Floating Library

Donald Westlake’s legacy

A pro’s pro of hardboiled crime fiction

By Jim Ruland

One of my favorite characters in all of hardboiled crime is a thief named Alan Grofield, the protagonist of Lemons Never Lie.

The Floating Library

Two tales of lost innocence

Reviews of Wendy Ortiz’s ‘Excavation’ and Eirik Clark’s ‘Sweetness #9’

By Jim Ruland

How do you tell the story of an abusive relationship when you don't recognize its wrongness until many years have passed? That's the problem and central metaphor of Wendy Ortiz's memoir, Excavation. 

There She Goz

Wearing my divorce with pride

I didn’t like it, so I made him take the ring off it

By Alex Zaragoza

I took off my jeans and pulled on the duchess satin and lace gown. It's not nearly close to fitting anymore. Despite being dirty and starting to yellow, it's still lovely.

There She Goz

Partying with the artsy elite

The Foodie Soirée reminded me why I love living rooms

By Alex Zaragoza

Sitting on the hardwood floor of a total stranger's house and watching a performance in full swing just three feet away is not totally new to me. I've spent many nights sitting cross-legged on dingy-carpeted floors of dilapidated houses that had earned nicknames like The Sandwich House or The Suicide House.

There She Goz

In pursuit of useless information

Damn, it feels good to be a trivia geek

By Alex Zaragoza

The pursuit of stockpiling completely useless information is an art. Don't let anyone tell you different. Like any muscle that takes years of hard training and meticulous cultivation to be in top shape, the nerd muscle requires that same serial-killer-esque attention to detail.

There She Goz

Rising up and fighting back

A very short end-of-2014 list

By Alex Zaragoza

So, this is it, guys. We’re done. Another year in the books, and, as usual, you’ve most likely been bombarded with best-of and worst-of 2014 lists from websites, publications and your Facebook friends.

There She Goz

Tijuana’s Mini City wants your kids to buy, buy, buy

Children’s center is training tiny, adorable consumers

By Alex Zaragoza

Mini City is a children’s play place in Tijuana that encourages kids to play in a pretend city with a little grocery store, post office and other places for make-believe amusement. Sounds adorable, right?

There She Goz

No, I didn’t drop my smile

Turning the tables on the catcallers

By Alex Zaragoza

Dear catcallers of the world! No, I didn't drop my smile. No, I won't show you my tits. And while, yes, I may look fine as hell in my dress, I don't need you to tell me from your moving vehicle.

There She Goz

Drag shows with Mama

Partying with Amelia and a gay witch doctor

By Alex Zaragoza

So, my mom met a guy. It's been almost five years since my dad, her husband of 39 years, died of cancer. He was the only man she'd ever been with, having married him when she was just 19 years old. 

There She Goz

Trying to chill out at reiki yoga

My body has a way of ruining the mood for everyone

By Alex Zaragoza

Reiki is a form of natural stress reduction, relaxation and healing invented in 1922 by a Japanese Buddhist (thanks, Internet!).

There She Goz

I broke up like this

Ending a marriage and seeking realness the non-Beyoncé and Jay Z way

By Alex Zaragoza

The tip of my pen fell upon the paper and I paused. Not because I wasn't ready to sign the name I've hated writing or admitting is legally mine for the last six years, but because it reminded me of another moment.

There She Goz

Thirty, dirty and striving

Revisiting my teenage dreams upon hitting three decades

By Alex Zaragoza

I'm 30 years old. It's official. That milestone birthday's been lurking, and when it finally arrived I welcomed it as I'd welcome a never-ending nacho platter—drunkenly and without fear.

 
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