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1/30/13

Southbound Hwy 1






















Sea foam softening memories of the city. 

1/24/13

Fresh Off the Boat

DEFINITION "Fresh off the boat"

The phrase Fresh off the boat (FOB) is a terminology used to describe immigrants that have arrived from a foreign nation and have not yet assimilated into the host nation's culture, language, and behavior. Within some ethnic Asian circles in the United States, the phrase is considered politically incorrect and derogatory. It can also be used to describe the stereotypical behavior of new immigrants. The term originates in the early days of immigration, when people mostly migrated to other countries by ship. - Wikipedia

Being an independent adult with dirty fingernails, $7 in the bank, and an OK Cupid account that gives her the creeps is difficult in its own right, let alone being a child of immigration and unspoken tradition. It is a relief, therefore, to see other people out there so boldly confront and represent themselves without apology to anyone. 

Eddie Huang is an urban, younger, Asian-American version of Huell Howser. Sort of. Redefined, partially reclaimed, "Fresh Off the Boat."

1/22/13

Karl Linn

I searched "landscape architecture social justice" and got:

Karl Linn.

Similar last name, similar path. Here is a 206-page transcript overviewing his life's work. 

Rubens: So tell me more about your birth and early childhood.

Linn: I was born in 1923... 

I grew up in the incredibly beautiful environment of the Immenhof, which lives on most vividly in my childhood memories as a sensual world of beauty, taste, and scent. I felt deeply connected and at home there. In springtime, a vast orchard of two thousand fruit trees blossomed into snowdrifts of masses of white and pink flowers framed by a blue sky sparkling in bright sunlight. In the summer, the ripe sweetness of cherries, plums and berries tempted me to eat until I had no appetite for meals. So that’s where I grew up. My deepest roots are there at the Immenhof. I can close my eyes and instantly call up a vivid memory of my mother and sister working with other women, tilling the earth, propagating, pruning, spraying fruit trees, harvesting, packaging, shipping, and preserving fruits, and caring for animals. My family’s daily life, recreation, and celebration reflected the rhythm of the changing seasons and gave formal cadence to the days of my childhood.

Rubens: She literally worked? You would see her on the land, pruning— 

Linn: Everybody worked, yes. 

1/21/13

SCCCCOR

FILM The House I Live In

Downtown Santa Cruz
Sponsored by SCCCCOR: Santa Cruz County Community Coalition to Overcome Racism

Join us in honoring the Martin Luther King Jr Holiday with an event challenging the War on Drugs and the associated explosion of the prison population, dubbed by some "The New Jim Crow" for disproportionately targeting people of color. We'll watch an award-winning new documentary about the drug war, with a post-film discussion led by UCSC professor Craig Reinarman, coauthor of "Crack in America: Demon Drugs and Social Justice"

Also, due to a typo, came across PBS episode: The House WE Live In

1/14/13

Samoyed






























Why not. Not only are Samoyeds useful for herding nomadic reindeer, they also provide a local source of hypoallergenic knitting material from their shed fur. If things pan out according to plan, I will have one in 2018 and publish my own puppy calendar.

1/8/13

California's Gold

THANK YOU Huell Howser

Host of "California's Gold," Huell Howser brought me up to see through a lens of sweet reality. He defined California for me as place to love, for reasons that are as real as the corner store down the street. Menudo, Greek yogurt, the Mojave Desert, Japanese internment, avocado orchards, koi fish, immigration, etc. I learned to see how all these things might fit into my life and into the textile of society and place. As a kid growing up in Rowland Heights, this was a key to a door I couldn't live without.



California, here I come
right back where I started from
where bowers of flowers
bloom in the sun
each morning at dawning
birdies sing an' everything
a sunkist miss said, "Don't be late!"
that's why I can hardly wait
open up that golden gate
California, here I come