Showing posts with label California. Show all posts
Showing posts with label California. Show all posts

Sunday, November 3, 2013

Memory & The City [Part One]

Maybe leaving suburban California was the start of it all. At age ten, I traveled to Holdingford, Minnesota for an extensive family reunion. It was an impressionable trip, being the first cross-country journey I'd ever taken. Memories of grassy fields, horse-back riding adventures and discovering open- plain antiquities such as carriage rides through town to church, will be forever bookmarked in my brain. Though, one memory I have associated with this vacation has nothing to do with Minnesota. In fact, it is a memory of something that never occurred in reality. Distinctly, I recall having my first vision of San Francisco. 


It was at the tail end of my stay in Minnesota. I had a ticket to return to California. My cousins planned to take their time by driving home. I was jealous that they were going to see most of the country through long-stretched roads. The travel bug ignited, I wanted to see everything with them too. When we were all back home together, in California, they told me of their detour to San Francisco. For some reason I believed (or imagined) they had reached the holy grail. I am sure they only mentioned typical things: clam chowder, Boudin bread, and trolly cars. But for some reason it looked like a mystic mountain amongst the fog, in my mind. Right then and there, my first distinct memory of San Francisco occurred. While dangling souvenir key chain's encapsulating the vision I began to build, my cousins described the cold summer chill the city breathed. And that, that was enough.


Saturday, September 7, 2013

Oh San Francisco, I Sing to Thee

I've been living here for a year and some change. That's hardly enough time to call things 'serious.' Though, it sure feels like I am in a full-blown exclusive relationship with San Francisco (minus my sometimes wandering lust for New York). Honestly, I am one-hundred percent, completely head-over-heels, cliche-status, crazy in love for San Francisco. I wish I could describe my feelings more eloquently, but I just get so darn excited when I think of this city that I lose all ability to speak. Adjectives like amazing, terrific, and lovely, just will not suffice. So instead I've got pictures which I take on a daily--often hourly--basis of the city. Each picture speaks more words than I could ever sing:

Peering through the trees of Golden Gate Park


Upper Haight

Golden Gate Park - Morning Mist Hour

Anza Street, Outer Richmond, Over Looking Ocean Beach
7:00 AM Outer Richmond


Market Street
Chinatown
Golden Gate Park -- Buffalo Field
Rooftop
Golden Gate Bridge, Marin County

Thursday, December 27, 2012

The Light Outside My Window

It's been so long since I've written anything for this blog. I feel terrible for letting it sit untouched. All of my physical & mental efforts, unfortunately, have been going towards work. So now, to play catch up, here are some pretty photos I took--all relating to types of light against my window.

(Ok, the city scape is not a view from my house, but I had to include it.)

Thursday, November 8, 2012

Don't Lose That American Spirit

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Maybe all it took was my moving away from perfect Orange County to realize the real issues at stake and that my vote does matter. But this was the first year I actually cared about what I was voting for. Living in a city of 812,816 people can do that to you. Living on your own, paying for you home, and living without proper healthcare also shakes up the apathetic voter.

Unlike rallies at Berkeley or camping for the Occupy movement, voting has a direct outcome. Change happens through the course of one day (backed by years of well thought political campaigning). Though you may think it small, your vote makes a difference because you are exercising your right not to sit at home and let the nation choose for you. Participating in the great debate shows that you care for America's future.

It's easy for people to think that it doesn't matter if what you voted for wins or loses because your vote is just one in a sea of millions. But then why go to the polls? 

Here's my San Francisco spin on why it's important to vote: If we thought of voting like recycling then we would have a much cleaner world. It’s the same mentality. People easily think I am one person so my actions aren't going to hurt anyone if I do or do not choose to recycle. Multiply that thought by a city of 812,816 and now we've got a lot of plastic bags reeking havoc on our environmental well being. 

There’s an overabundance of careless people out there, apathetic to our environment because they think others will do the 'hard' work for them, they don't think they--as single individuals--can make an impact, or they just simply do not give a damn. But the same can be said about voting. Some people believe that their individual vote will not change the scheme of things, so they choose to sit at home and let the nation decide for them. Those kinds of people, frankly, don’t get it. Why then wake up each day and go to work? Why do anything at all with such a bland attitude? It’s depressing. If you want positive change to occur, it all starts with a single individual. Living in the United States of America, we are supposed to be working collectively towards such goal. Am I being idealistic? Sure. But I don’t support those who decide not to make a political decision at all. Hey man, where’s your American spirit?

Friday, September 7, 2012

Riding Buses For A Hobby




As a Southern Californian advocate for public transportation I just had to live in San Francisco. Moving liberated me from my automotive chains. No longer do I worry about finding a parking spot, paying outrageous gasoline fees, or receiving a ticket. But the transition from LA freeways to life on the bus took some getting used to. Often I am away from home the entire day, so I learned how to be resourceful and organized before venturing out in the city. I always ask myself, “What’s the forecast? Where am I going and how do I get there? Do I have enough food to last me seven hours?” Not that I’ve become a nomad, but living in San Francisco has brought out my adventurous spirit.

Though Belle and Sebastian sing in The State That I am In, “Riding on city buses for a hobby is sad/Why don't you lead me to a living end,” taking the bus is more pleasant than most would believe. You have shelter; you don’t have the anxiety that driving brings; you can sleep, read, listen to music, meditate or daydream. Of course you’ve got to accept what comes with travelling by bus: a mix bag of personalities, being off schedule, breaking down, and having less personal space. But anyway you commute there is always some small sacrifice. I find myself riding the bus, for what feels like 60% of my waking time. Because of it I’ve become more productive with other aspects of my life. I base when I leave the house, how much I am going to carry, and where I’ll end up in the city all on riding the bus. No longer do I sit in traffic in Southern California or feel too lazy to commute. Here in San Francisco the bus has become an extension of my home—a place where I can sit and ponder as the world pans by.   

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