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  • September 2008

    Twilight over Mt. Washington

    Tuesday, September 30, 2008


    Al Hermann wasted no time to capture this image of Mt. Washington from his home. “I’d just moved into this neighborhood and was pretty excited about my view of Mt. Washington. I’ve also been interested in finding a good balance of artificial light and twilight, so when the view presented itself, I grabbed my camera and went at it.”

    Photo by Al Hermann via Flickr

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    Do you live in Dodgertown? Daily News (near bottom of the story)

    I’m not a cholo. from City Terrace

    How did we miss this. The Church of Stop Shopping stopped in Echo Park last week. And We Shall March

    Man arrested in the fatal hit-and-run death of a Cathedral High alum leaving a football game. KTLA

    How old school: a bookstore and a record store will open in Echo Park. LA Racked

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    Honking horns and screeching brakes are probably among the most common sounds you will hear along the 110 Freeway (along with the screams of drivers forced to go from 60 to zero in three seconds as they exit at Avenue 43). But come next year, L.A.’s oldest freeway will inspire a different kind of sound, an opera:

    “The 110 Project, newly commissioned by the L.A. Opera, may well erase that symbolic separation. It is a paean to the city’s first freeway, the redoubtable I-110, which turns 70 in 2009. Emmy Award–winning Angeleno composer Laura Karpman will write the score. Its libretto will incorporate themes from “story circles”—public interviews held in the racially diverse neighborhoods that the freeway traverses. And it will run 110 minutes—the time it takes in heavy traffic to get from San Pedro (at one end of the city) to Pasadena (at the other).”

    The opera mentioned at the end of a Travel & Leisure magazine story might be a little early in celebrating the freeway’s 70th anniversary; most accounts say that the northern leg of the freeway that winds through Highland Park opened in 1940 as the Arroyo Seco Parkway. But, if the 110 can inspire an opera, what’s next? How about a power ballad for the Glendale Freeway?

    Photo by Eric Richardson via Flickr

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    Floating door in Glassell Park

    Monday, September 29, 2008

    “This door kind of appears to be floating in the sky, but it’s actually at the side of a woodcraft shop on Verdugo Rd. at Avenue 34 in Glassell Park,” said photographer Christopher Grisanti.

    Photo from LA Snapshot

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    Osprey in action on the Los Angeles River. LA Creak Freak

    Ilia, a black Lab/Golden retriever mix from Atwater Village, is named ASPCA Dog of the year. ASPCA

    Trial begins for an Avenues gang member for threatening a family who got lost in Glassell Park.
    LA Weekly

    Elysian Heights living complete with pink wallpaper and faux deer head. Apartment Therapy

    Live in a Silver Lake Neutra for $1,825 a month. LA Curbed

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    Barlow Respiratory Hospital, tucked into a ravine between Dodger Stadium and Elysian Park, opened more than a century ago to treat patients suffering from tuberculosis and other respiratory diseases. But last week it was some of Barlow’s neighbors who were left gasping for breath.

    During a meeting with a small group of residents, Barlow administrators and consultants unveiled their early ideas and drawings for building between 400 to 1,800 units of housing. That would transform Barlow’s summer camp-like property, a city historic landmark studded with nearly century old bungalows and Spanish-Colonial style buildings, into a suburban-style condo compound of three and four story buildings. There might also be room for a boutique hotel and, on a small corner lot, a new Barlow Hospital. Only a handful of the existing buildings, including Williams Hall and the Barlow Library, would be saved. The rest would be scraped. One resident who went to the meeting reacted this way: “It’s just insane.”

    Why is tiny Barlow, which currently has only about 40 beds, getting into real estate development? The non profit hospital like others across the state have been under pressure to meet stringent new seismic standards that Barlow’s quaint but ancient facilities can’t meet. Barlow must raise at least $130 million to build a new, relatively modest 60-bed hospital in about five years. With a minuscule endowment, Barlow plans to raise most of the construction funds from selling nearly all of its approximately 25 acres, acquired back in 1902 by founder Dr. W. Jarvis Barlow for about $7,300.

    While small, Barlow officials say their specialized institution fills an important role in Los Angeles’ health care system. Here, they help wean patients off ventilators and treat other respiratory illnesses at much lower costs than at full-service hospitals. If they can’t build the new hospital, Barlow will close it doors. But many neighbors are left to wonder if there are other ways Barlow can survive without having to sacrifice the open space and historic grounds on Stadium Way, a few minutes walk from the main gate at Dodger Stadium.

    Barlow doctors and staff may be experts in treating respiratory diseases but it’s not clear how they are going to heal a very sick real estate market in time to raise the cash needed to open a new hospital. Since Barlow first broached the idea of needing to sell its land to raise money, the estimated cost of building a new medical center has more than doubled. But, as anyone who has been trying to sell a house knows, real estate prices have been in a free-fall and there is little relief in sight.

    The prospect of scraping most of Barlow to the ground and replacing it with a high-density project seems at odds with what founder Dr. Barlow and his wife, Marion, had in mind when they came across “untouched meadowland set amidst rolling hills” on what was then called Chavez Ravine Road. According to “The Barlow Story,” a hospital authorized history, the property’s location next to city owned Elysian Park offered a “protective barrier that seemed to insure against encroachment by any future development.”

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    Enough with this Eastside stuff…for today

    Saturday, September 27, 2008

    Is Nela the new Eastside? LA Eastside

    Chill out, Eastsiders. Intersections

    “I‘ve changed my mind. While watching the newly inflamed debate in Los Angeles right now over the actual, for-real, 100% factual boundary of what is Eastside and Westside, in a city that has always had trouble defining its boundaries to begin with, I think fluidity on those definitions from here on out is the way to go.” — Daniel Hernandez

    Isn’t Oakland too far north of York Blvd. to be the Eastside? The Eastsider

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    Who are all these guys named Jim and Rick who built hamburger/burrito stands across the Eastside and beyond?

    Photo by The Eastsider LA

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    The terra-cotta Intelligentsia coffee sign pops out from a drab stretch of industrial buildings along San Fernando Road in Glassell Park. Sorry, you can’t buy a cup of Esmeralda Especial here. This is the company’s West Coast roasting plant and training center, where baristas-to-be get their training before they are allowed to go solo behind the Clover machine in the Silver Lake store and future locations. Kyle Glanville, manager of Espresso Research Development, describes the training in a story posted on Food GPS:

    “Employees start their time at Intelligentsia as a barback, running dishes etc. until they learn Clover prep. They graduate to apprentice once they begin regular training with me. They will remain an apprentice for several months until they have passed a sensory exam, a written coffee knowledge exam, and a drink preparation exam. All apprentices must demonstrate a level of readiness beyond the test-taking before they are allowed to take the test. This is based on my impression of their skills in all facets of coffee knowledge and customer service.”

    Does that test include keeping a straight face when they tell you your cup of coffee costs $3.75?

    Photo by brainylagirl of the Silver Lake store

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    An Eastsider by any other name

    Friday, September 26, 2008

    It’s only been a few days since this blog went semi-public but already folks have challenged my use of the name Eastsider to describe my blog, my neighborhood and perhaps even myself. In the comments, Chimatli of the LA Eastside blog writes: “I would add that I think it’s strange that you chose the name Eastsider LA for this blog.” I guess I have some explaining to do.

    I named this blog The Eastsider LA because it’s about a place that I love and have lived in for more than 20 years. As someone who was born in Boyle Heights, raised in East Los Angeles and Rosemead (which I guess is now Eastside by some definitions) I’m not a newbie unfamiliar with this area, its culture and history. The debate over the Eastside name was going on in the 1980s when I moved to Echo Park and probably way before then. I have some ideas about what is and is not Eastside (Los Feliz, maybe. Sorry, Hollywood, I think not).

    Some neighborhoods, such as Boyle Heights and Lincoln Heights, east of the Los Angeles River have a historic claim to the name Eastside. But the city has obviously grown and changed. Many Eastsiders, however, do not like to recognize that neighborhoods names and boundaries change and move. But they do. (Echo Park, for example, was often referred to as the West End in century-old newspaper stories.) Even some of the posts on Chimatli’s LA Eastside blog, which I admire and read regularly, also reflect these changes by stretching the Eastside name to communities far from the corner of Cesar Chavez (I still call it Brooklyn) and Soto.

    It’s fine with me if LA Eastside can talk about the western San Gabriel Valley as being part of some greater Eastside or that being an Eastsider has more to do with shared values and attitudes than a Zip Code. But I have no interest in setting up an Eastside Boundary Task Force to decide who can or can’t call themselves an Eastsider, who does and does not belong, who is in or out. That’s so Westside.

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