There is a Chinese restaurant in San Francisco a few blocks from my parents’ house. The Garden is indistinguishable from dozens of other Chinese restaurants in Beijing-By-The-Bay: harsh fluorescent lights, black metal chairs that look like they were stolen from a VFW Hall in Fresno, a pair of grubby tanks in which lobsters and fish await the executioner’s pot. A place where rock cod and appetites come to die.
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Greetings one and all. If you are sitting comforta-bly then I shall begin. A brief column this week as I have had little time to get out and about having spent all weekend at the…
Last week, it rained enough in Tucson for the rivers to run, however briefly. At the same time it rained in the desert, snow dusted the mountains surrounding Tucson. I am not in Arizona to see snow.
The election of Republican Scott Brown to the U.S. Senate by Democratic voters in Massachusetts sends President Obama a message. Voters perceive that Obama’s administration has morphed into a Bush-Cheney government.
Two years ago last December I was hanging out in my Waikiki condo watching the evening news when the top story was about a hiker lost on Mauna Kea. Michigan resident Brian Murphy, age 67,…
On April 17, 2009, with the edifice of the global economy rotting under an architecture of monumental greed, war deficits, and official hubris, the University of California, Berkeley conducted a groundbreaking ceremony for its Richard C. Blum Center for Developing Economies.
Maybe a ton of carrots are still soaking in the moist soil. The water on the higher part of the field has abated, but the next wave of heavy rain will probably do the carrots…
Tucked away, up a narrow staircase above Tangents--on the corner of Main and Laurel in Fort Bragg--sits Odd Hours, an art gallery and studio space run by local artists Jason Cowan and Inga Petersen. “How…
This question, posed on a Yahoo forum, is apparently serious.