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Shark Sandwiches and Drug Busts
And before Mr. Martin, "the last time someone was killed by a shark off San Diego was in 1994, when a 25-year-old woman died after being attacked by a great white shark in Ocean Beach." Not quite 50 years ago, gardenparty.— June 23, 2009 12:28 a.m.
Shark Sandwiches and Drug Busts
Veterinarian Dave Martin was killed last April by a presumed great white at Fletcher Cove, Solana Beach... http://www.cnn.com/2008/US/04/25/ca.shark.attack/…— June 23, 2009 12:26 a.m.
Volcano Energy, Made From Scratch, Freeway Sign Mileage
Apparently zebras respond to redundant verbiage...and what in the world is a "zorse?"— June 22, 2009 10:50 p.m.
Nice to Meet
Maybe we are just a little too plot-driven? There are many aspects of a film to enjoy, besides plot points. Sometimes the more you know about a film going in, the better the experience. I agree that 6th Sense was not one of these films, and that it was best not to know what was going on, but it isn't true for all films. One can always just not read reviews beforehand, or stick to IMDB and sites where capsules warn about plot spoilers.— June 22, 2009 9:10 p.m.
An $80,000 Song. And a Dead Pilot.
Time to get nostalgic about the CD! I don't even own an Ipod or MP3 player. I love unfolding out the CD inserts, and the design and color on the cheap plastic case--the nova Bossa Nova ones are especially cute. When they break or scratch, I get upset. Just found out one of my Phil Spector CDs is messed up. It goes south around the track "He Hit Me (and it felt like a kiss)."— June 22, 2009 12:16 p.m.
San Diego off-leash citations
It all sounds great in theory, yogamuch.— June 22, 2009 11:37 a.m.
Top 10 -- Famous Dead People You'd Like to Meet
Jesus Christ would count my grandparents, that's what he would do! Great list, MsGrant. ;)— June 21, 2009 11:08 p.m.
You Can So Eat Well in San Diego
Good observation on the U-T food critic, Visduh. There is one just like him in the Pennysaver. Nary a fly in the soup, and coupons are conveniently placed! :)— June 21, 2009 10:57 p.m.
Doggy budget
I so totally agree with Spliff and Burbclaver--tax AND cite! I live just up the hill from Little Italy, in a dog-friendly building, and in a dog-friendly neighborhood, with dog-owners walking their dogs around the neighborhood night and day, returning from the Balboa dog park. Our landscaping smells strongly of piss, and people are leaving, smearing, and tramping waste everywhere, including up the concrete steps on our north entrance. San Diegans do not seem to understand what "curbing" one's dog means, and see all landscaping as potential toilet areas. The flies are multiplying! Love the dogs but cite and tax the hell out of their feckless, infantile owners!— June 21, 2009 10:50 p.m.
Top 10 -- Famous Dead People You'd Like to Meet
My list on the fly--no particular order, not possibly comprehensive. 1. My grandparents, together--I want to hear their voices again, and their "schtick." My grandfather had a radio announcer's voice and a sense of humor that tickled the ear. 2. Emily Dickinson--It would be fun to give her some layman's physics texts, so she might enjoy more fully the prescience of her own work, as well as to have a laugh about how brainlessly and brightly her bees and flowers and godhead are read by good pious Christian folk. 3. Edgar Allan Poe--to see how drunk he gets. And to talk about his odd little diagram of vision in a particular essay. 4. Robert Smithson--to get that interview I need if I am ever going to actually write a dissertation on him. Maybe also to know his last thoughts as the plane smashed into the rock, high above the site of what would have been his next work, Amarillo Ramp. 5. Shakespeare--no explanation needed. 6. MFK Fisher--so she could make me some of those really really slowly cooked eggs, over a good bottle of wine. And teach me everything she knew. 7. The "Black Dahlia"--so we could solve her murder, and the mystery, perhaps, of the kind of obsession it takes to commit such a murder. 8.Samuel Beckett--To share a few pints, and listen to him bitch about how screwed his work has been on stage. Really, to make him read "Watt" aloud. 9. Roland Barthes--in a Parisian cafe, over a good meal--just to listen to anything he had to say about reading and writing. 10. Sigmund Freud, baby!--to hear what he thinks after reading Lacan's reading of him, and how he might adjust or supplement some of his thinking today.— June 20, 2009 2:39 a.m.