My Winterland

Originally built in 1928, the Winterland was first and foremost an ice skating rink. In the 1940s, the rink began showcasing professional ice skaters, and eventually held jazz concerts to entertain the good people of San Francisco’s historic Fillmore District. This continued until 1966, when famed impresario Bill Graham took over the venue and transformedContinue reading “My Winterland”

On Sacramento

I’m a Sacramentan. Actually, I’m technically not even a Sacramentan, but a Folsomite (Folsomer? Folsomess?), having grown up in a smaller suburb 20 miles northeast of the city proper, known principally for the prison once visited and sung about by Johnny Cash (a fitting representation, if you ask me). Upon hearing the news of JoanContinue reading “On Sacramento”

How Boulder Made Me Bolder

After a rough, confusing, lonely, and excessively hot summer in LA, I decided I needed an escape. I booked a ticket for Boulder, Colorado, opting for the American Mecca for modern day hippies over my shoebox sized apartment with rampant issues with horseflies and screams from an unidentifiable neighbor. If I could live alone inContinue reading “How Boulder Made Me Bolder”

The Misguided Nature of Modern Self Care

I once had a friend ask me a piece of advice often administered that I believed was actually bad advice; I quickly responded, “self care.” Although I had reason for this belief, I had a hard time articulating and understanding why I thought this, despite my conviction. Why would taking care of yourself be badContinue reading “The Misguided Nature of Modern Self Care”

Socially Distanced

Under Edward I, Jews were driven out of England with the Edict of Expulsion of 1290. For nearly 400 years, Jews were essentially nonexistent in England, meaning that the English Anglicans had no conception of or experience with a real Jew during those four centuries. Because of this, great works of literature, including William Shakespeare’sContinue reading “Socially Distanced”