Category Archives: What Does Local Mean?

Euro Dreams on the Central Coast

  From my window I am watching a deer walk down the hillside, long-legged and dainty. I can also observe the fact that my neighbor has not yet taken down his Christmas lights; he never turns them on but the … Continue reading

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A Visit to The Secret Garden

Like so many girls I read Francis Hodgson Burnett’s the Secret Garden when I was in the third grade. A sort of lonely, disaffected, out of the mainstream child myself (at least that’s how I saw it) I identified with … Continue reading

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Game of Thrones, Madmen, Other Trivia (and a Little Whining About How Nobody Takes Me Seriously)

Okay, about Game of Thrones–I’m not talk’n, I’m just saying–is there anyone else in the whole universe who sees the obvious, obvious, resemblance between the current HBO favorite and Uncle Willie’s Richard the Third, plus the whole violent, racy and … Continue reading

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Local by the Light of the Moon

Here’s a mystery. The moon is very far away and yet, last night, as the earth blocked the moon’s bright light, the almost surprising darkness felt real and immediate and heavy. (I know. A picky person might argue that it … Continue reading

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The Saxophone in the Riverbed

  Just like I vowed after the hurly-burly of the now seeming long ago holidays, I’ve been living pretty quietly these past weeks. No quests conducted at the mall, no too opulent meals, no real shopping (except for a trip … Continue reading

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Ask the 3 Kings to Bring Local Gifts

O.K. I’m dreadfully behind. And there were a million things I wanted to talk about too. I wanted, for example, to chat about shopping locally on the day after Thanksgiving, about going to little stores and gossiping with merchants rather … Continue reading

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Hippie Homeschooling: It Doesn’t Get More Local

As you know, I’ve been seeking out local forms of entertainment–truly indie bands, tiny restaurants, ┬ásmall farms and town museums. Last week I saw my friends Lisa and Bob–The Bellrays–play at Riverside’s Art Museum, at an opening for largely unknown … Continue reading

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September 21st: The Autumnal Equinox

Do you know that today, theoretically speaking, if you carefully balance an egg on its tip it will stand? (I’ve not had good luck with this stunt, but physics assures me of the fact.) This is the day when there … Continue reading

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Labor Day Blues–Sort Of: Goodbye to the 93 Days of Summer

For me Labor Day has always been the day of reckoning. In the old days school didn’t even begin until after the last dusty, starter-fluid enhanced bits of charcoal briquet had been consumed and the oily traces of ribs and … Continue reading

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Love’s Labor’s Lost: A Meditation on Central Coast Shakespeare and the California Mid-State Fair

Is love’s labor ever really lost? I mean, love’s like a poem, a sailboat or a perfect, vine-ripened, sun-warmed tomato–inefficient and ephemeral. Their value is found in the moment of experience. And that exquisite moment is found on the lawn … Continue reading

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