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David and I braced ourselves for the nippy, nighttime New England air as we stepped off the ferry and onto the ramp, headed toward the luggage cart. It was 10:30 p.m. on Martha’s Vineyard, more than
RAWards San Diego Winners!
On November 16, finalist artists of all kinds (visual art, fashion, accessories, music, film, photography, performing art, hair and makeup) gathered at 4th & B to determine who will represent San Diego in the international RAWards
Barb, MD
A squawky, unintelligible, robot voice emanated from my phone — my latest ring tone. When I answered, my sister Heather said, “Well, I guess you need to let me know what night is good for you
Horses and Humans
San Diego has not one, but two Cirque-esque equine-centric shows in town (right on the heels of Cirque du Soleil’s Dralion). This town has never seen so many aerialists and acrobats and big-tops all at once.
Fun at the Fleet
The Reuben H. Fleet Science Center had a little soiree to celebrate the opening of Let it Snow (which turned out to be trippy, nineties-style kaleidoscopic 3D graphics set to holiday tunes). I brought two token
Guilt Bot
I don’t usually listen to voicemail left by robots, but this one was from my health-insurance company, so I stayed on the line long enough to jot down the 800 number I was instructed to call
Back to School
You’d think I’d remember the layout better,” I said to the top of David’s smoothly shaven head, which was hovering over a small map of San Diego State University’s campus. “Then again, I was only enrolled
Crazy Tree
Will you map the distance from Mia and Kerry’s place to the theater?” I called to David from the bathroom, where I was busy patting my head with wet hands to de-frizz my hair. “Why?,” David
Sweet People
If I were asked to describe myself using ten adjectives, “tact” would not be among them. So it was that, upon being introduced to a young man at the opening reception for David’s latest photographic exhibition
Shark Tank
Every so often I find myself confronted by a seemingly innocuous phrase that rubs me the wrong way. This week, the offending line is “Don’t let it get to you,” a sentiment that simultaneously comforts the