The sweaters were recently out in force at Earl Warren Showgrounds, when a gang of cold weather-wanting merrymakers descended upon the small, rectangular ice rink for some seasonal skating fun. But before the hordes arrived, they’d spent an hour or so getting in the mood by slurping such hot drinks as hot toddies, sake ‘n’ ciders, and snugglers.
Randy Alcorn – the News-Press‘ chief financial officer for 23 years, but disgusted by the paper’s dysfunctional chaos – was planning to resign. But owner Wendy McCaw beat him to it. Barney gets the inside scoop here, straight from Alcorn, the paper’s so-called “Rock of Gibraltar.”
Just when you thought that listening to your CDs from Blackalicious was enough, now they come with some visuals, personal thoughts, and behind-the-scenes action that only leaves us wanting more.
One of the hardest challenges in the barrista circuit, the white chocolate mocha is heavenly when perfect. Lucky for Michelle Drown, she finally found her gold at Savoy Truffles on Figueroa Street.
The world, beset with border battles and simmering national rivalries, could learn a lesson from a little island in the Caribbean shared by two nations. St. Maarten, ruled by the Dutch, and St. Martin, a French possession, have lived in peace for over 350 years.
The Baby Boomer generation will never be called the “Greatest
Generation”. That title has already been grabbed deservedly by our
parents who endured the Great Depression and waged the last truly
necessary war. History is still out on us, but one thing is for
sure: we will be called the Longest Generation.
In the whirlwind of champagne and pigs-in-a-blanket that is the holiday season, it’s hard for an invitation to any event-no matter how fabulous-to stand out. But, recently, amazingly, one did. I don’t know if it was the name (Red & White Bash: A Holiday Party for the Rest of Us); the offer of free admission with an unwrapped toy or unopened can of beer…
Scott B. Doss works down at the beach. Likely, you’ve seen him toiling away in the sand-and likely you were impressed. Doss is the famous “Sandman,” the guy who has been creating life-sized human figures at Stearns Wharf for years. As a dedicated creator and entertainer, he has carved out a unique and illustrious niche in the culture of “outsider artists,” a term Doss himself uses to describe street performers who are untrained, largely unrecognized, and yet often marvelously talented.
Still plagued by bad ears and the mystery illness living in them, Captain Liz recounts a classic crossing from Costa Rica in early November complete with wicked seas, wild winds, heaps of vomit, and perfect waves at the end of the road. With antibiotics currently working their magic, Liz hopes to be back underway within a week or so – she just needs her ears to dry out first. So until then, here is a vintage vignette about life on the high seas.
Mexican restaurants are about as ubiquitous in Santa Barbara as fake tans. It’s hard to tell one taqueria from the next, but once in a while, a place comes along that has just enough difference to separate itself from the pack. Cesar Montes opened Cesar’s Place – a charming, peach-hued tribute to his home state of Veracruz – six years ago, but it remains fairly unknown to most gringos.
