Saturday, June 30, 2012

Why This Discrimination, SF x LA?


LA loves SF. So why do SF people have to hate on LA? Oh, you know, LA is very superficial and clogged with smog. When they insult LA, they don't even know what they are talking about. Sure, go to LA without knowing the right places visit. Where will you end up? In Hollywood; at some club; a creepy dive bar, glitter bar or both; stuck in traffic, always. That is all pretty miserable, so I can understand why someone's perception of LA would be skewed. But Los Angeles has so much history, culture, ethnically diverse people, and hidden beauty to offer. You only need patience and an open mind to find it.

LA has problems. As do all cities. But running away from the problems only inflates them further. I once was visiting San Francisco and speaking with a respectable urban planner. I asked him if I should focus my concerns on Los Angeles—the sprawl, the traffic, and the waste—instead of on San Francisco, a city that is already environmentally aware. He laughed and said you need to get up here. That was it. No debate or profound thoughts about why it would be beneficial to work in a city that needs help the most. You need to be here. I understand that being surround by likeminded people is always encouraging to get work done. But I can’t let all the other problems be set off to the side because they are harder to fix. 

My heart cries when I overhear someone speak poorly of LA. San Francisco yuppie, you don't understand what you are saying! Why not go to Los Angeles and truly get lost for once. You may find something lovely just when you think all has disintegrated. Isn’t that, though, the root of all discrimination? Misunderstanding, incomprehension, and estranged feelings lead us to label something we don’t get as weird or wrong. 

California is a vast land. It makes sense that people fall into the trap: comparing two wonderful cities that divide the state from North to South is tempting. I once believed one city superior to the other. But over more frequent visits to both it became clear to me that they aren’t even on the same level of comparison. Each place is amazing by its unique form. When you enter Northern California from the South, it feels like you’ve stepped into another time zone. The air feels different, as well as people’s mentalities. People confuse the difference within our state as one being better than the other. It’s fine to have an opinion or a preference. Those that simply do not like Los Angeles because they have had one bad experience do not, however, have the right to negatively speak about a place they aren’t familiar with.

Just open your eyes. Living in the state of California, we are lucky to have it all. And we really do have it all. San Diego has its laidback beach vibe. Orange County is comfortable with breath-taking scenery. Los Angeles is a pocket of cities within cities, which makes it fantastic for exploring. Santa Barbara is a luscious mountain landscape painted on sand. Further up the coast includes numerous cozy-costal and inland farm towns that I cannot begin to list. Driving up the 101, it if feels like the state’s growth can’t be stopped. It goes, and goes, and keeps going past hundreds of curvy miles and straightly paved roads through deserts, beaches, forests, farmland, suburbs, and average-looking cities. We’ve got it all, and we are so lucky to hop on a plane and be transported from SF to LA in one hour. So when you tell me that you think there is no comparison to San Francisco, I might agree. When you tell me you don’t like Los Angeles at all, I am open to hearing your valid, well-thought reasons. But when it comes down to a one line elitist remark about how awful LA is compared to SF, I won’t be listening.  

*Photo taken 2/19/2012 in Silver Lake, Los Angeles, California by Andrea Dumovich

Sunday, June 24, 2012

This Week in Summation

June 20: The city was looking good. Actually--spectacular! All the locals were shocked by this freaky SoCal weather that has greeted the bay for the past month.

 This is the best place to get a $3.50 banh mi in the Tenderloin. I am not just saying this because I know that Real Estate ate here. It truly is the greatest. :)

You can't avoid the street art. 

Dash Jacket and Moon Pearl are on tour. This is probably the weirdest space they could have played: a meat-locker in the less-than-pretty part of Oakland.
June 21: Mojo Bicycle Cafe is rad. It feels a little like teleportation--bringing me straight back to Berlin. People sit outside, drink beer, and share conversation. It's intimate; it's cozy. Inside the music is comfortably hip. They offer Ritual and De La Paz. You sip, they fix your bike. Pop-up Rice Paper Scissors serves there too. This Thursday was part of Banh Mi Thursdays. The Beef Pho Roll was a clean appetizer/meal: sauteed hanger steak and herbs, wrapped in fresh rice noodle sheets. My friend had the Vegetarian "Smoked Duck" soy/wheat-based "duck" with king trumpet mushrooms. Though skeptical at first, I was proved wrong. The "duck" tasted like a sweet sauteed tofu. Shall I come again? Um, I'm on my way right now!
It chooses you.
June 22: I've been wanting to check this place out--Mixed Nuts. It's right next to my house and sells things dear to my taste, such as greenery/antique/housewares.
June 22: Tu Lan Vietnamese Restaurant needs no review except that it is really excellent all round for the food, price, and hole-in-the-wall feel. Later that day I checked out the San Francisco Historical Society located in the Old Mint Building. The current exhibit features Kim Novak's paintings, which were never before revealed to the public. The Stuff That Dreams Are Made Of: San Francisco and The Movies exhibit featured primarily posters and trivia. The funniest part was the Vertigo room. The narration tried to make visitors feel as if they were Carlotta herself, about to jump into the bay. The fog-horn playing in repetition was a nice touch.
I ended the day with a bikeride out to the Legion of Honor. (Hardly a bikeride--it takes about 15 minutes.) As I sat in deep contemplation, staring out onto the Golden Gate, I noticed a newlywed couple approach this stretch of incredible beauty. They totally stole my idea!
June 23+ 24: SF Pride--a lawless time in the city. I was late to work due to this human conglomerate. 



Monday, June 18, 2012

Homeward


It's been a dreamworld living in San Francisco. These past 18 days have felt like a perpetual vacation mixed with a splash of frantic job hunting stress. Things have yet to fall into place; it's hardly been one month. But my living room pictured above sure feels like home!

Wednesday, June 13, 2012

East Coast on Film














Last December I traveled to Boston and New York City for the first time. These photographs reveal some snippets of my trip. I used a Canon AE-1 film camera. The first three images are taken around Boston University. The fifth image was snapped after a long day of travel, feeling weary upon my first encounter with the Big Apple. Though, the trip was a success! I left wanting to come back again someday when the weather blossoms brighter.

Nostalgia for Sepia


In her poem Beasts, Kay Ryan eloquently writes of a fascination for old, rusted, sepia-toned photographs and lost objects. Not everyone enjoys facing their "rainbow beasts," but for me, I can't get enough of the past. A past not even my own is one worth reflecting on. There is so much the imagination can spill upon a found image but only hope to wonder who, where, why it was created.   

Time lingers
quietly in attics.
Romantics are
always fingering
some discolored
fabric or other,
feeling a deep
nostalgia for sepia,
a mellow sadness
at what keeps
but yellows.
But other people
don’t trust ambering
or court the filigrees
of rust. They’ve
seen lost greens
of memory ignite,
dead dogs released,
and don’t invite
the rainbow beasts.

(Photo above was found here.)

Thursday, June 7, 2012

Magic

I’ve been thinking about how strange the universe works, and how powerful the mind is when you feed it positive energy. Upon reviewing some recent journal entries, I found one that is just too amazing not to think twice about. I wrote it while I was in Caffe Trieste, in North Beach, feeling very low. I had just quit my job because I wanted to move to San Francisco. (Also because I had a dream that told me to do so or that I would never achieve such goal.) After quitting, I called up a family friend. She said, “Yes, I am driving up to the bay but we have to leave Wednesday and stay for one week. I can’t do otherwise.” Of course I’ll take that ride! It was the exact day after my work ended. Perfect. So I took the chance to go to San Francisco for a week, on a whim, because I had nothing to lose. I had only to gain a house and a job and any other experiences awaiting me. I get to the city and by day two I’m feeling down. Every single person I talked to said, “Yeah, you’re two years too late. There was abundant housing then. Now it’s all overrun by start-up tech guys.” I had been sending emails to ads on craigslist like crazy, only to get responses from complete scams. Perhaps it just wasn’t meant to be. That’s what led me to be sitting in Caffe Trieste, day two, completely defeated.
And this is what I wrote:

Sitting in Trieste in a daze caused by lack of sleep. How did San Francisco—living the dream—drift so far away? It feels nearly impossible right now, this second, for me to ever be able to move here when I want, where I want, and do a job that I want. But anything is possible, right? I can achieve nearly anything that I want…When I was around 16 I wanted to go to Portland, OR, so I did. In my head everything is logical and seems easy to achieve. If I want it, I go get it. But now this conundrum with San Francisco is giving me a headache. I am getting closer. Quit my job. Feel more confident that things will work out. But how?? I can’t stand the wait. How do people make it work? I can’t help but think of my friend, “Just work hard and everything works out.” His philosophy is partially true. But really, I need a stroke of luck to go with it. Please. I am waiting.

Moments after this entry I wandered the town, thinking, my feet will take me to where I need to be. And sure enough, they did. I ended up walking into a museum/library where they were showcasing a donation-based exhibit on the history of the Golden Gate bridge. Falling completely in love with this museum, I purchased a post-card and asked about volunteer opportunities. Once I explained how I was determined to move to the city one woman said, Well, do you need a job? We just got an opening. And that’s where it all started. My negative feelings have since vanished. I can only accept what the wind brings me and where my mind leads me. The other day I was sitting in Dolores Park, telling a friend how determined I was to find some kind of job, preferably one that I enjoy. That very second the wind blew a fortune to my feet. It read You will soon have the opportunity to improve your finances. And then The Crying of Lot 49 came into my head. Is this coincidence or fate?

Tuesday, June 5, 2012

Going Places

I've been slacking lately on keeping up this blog. But, I have the greatest excuse of relocating to a much better city than where I previously resided. So, now that I've settled into things I shall recommence!

--A