Living Page Photo – Pumpkins
It’s that time of year again: The pumpkins are ripe for the picking, the carving, and the pie-filling.
It’s that time of year again: The pumpkins are ripe for the picking, the carving, and the pie-filling.
A woman plunged almost 50 feet from a coastal cliff at Shoreline Park in Santa Barbara over the weekend.
Almost everyone’s heard the true tale of the person who taught a gorilla named Koko to use sign language, so it’s pretty well accepted that primates can learn a lot from humans. But did anyone consider the opposite: Humans might actually be able to learn how to live better by watching our primate cousins?
Ilan Ashkenazi, 14, remains in Santa Barbara Cottage Hospital after he, his brother, and his mother were all seriously injured when a vehicle struck the three on 9/30.
Living on the fringes of wilderness in northern Alberta was how author Helen Liss Ivanhoe Smart learned about life, and she recounts it all in this family memoir. Focused largely on her father, the fox, John Liss, who battled agribusiness while keeping a strict regiment for his seven children, the book is a mix of humor and hard-living. She’ll be signing copies at Chaucer’s Books on Tuesday, October 16, at 6 p.m.
The Ojai police are looking into who might have left a skull in the parking lot of their station at 402 Ventura Street.
Now out in paperback, David Kamp’s The United States of Arugula is a fun, fact-filled romp through a century of American eating-from canned crap and Kraft to baby greens gently weaned from their mizuna mom’s teat. Kamp wisely focuses on the fascinating cast of characters behind 50 years of American food trends, and what a group it is.
Iwent through a phase where I just loved to watch Antiques Roadshow. I find it peppy and soothing, predictable and amazing, a wonderful amalgamation of historic America and middle America, naivete and expertise, innocence and greed.
Robert Shields, the most famous mime in America, protege of Marcel Marceau, inspiration to Michael Jackson, and star of The Shields and Yarnell Show, appeared in Santa Barbara last weekend as part of the Festival of Fools, a celebration of the legacy of Marceau, who died last month in Paris. Preceded by a film of Shields’s early improvisational street mime days in San Francisco, he entered the theater in whiteface, wearing a striped shirt and suspenders.
If the calendar did not state otherwise, I would have thought Saturday, October 6, was April Fools’ Day when the public address announcer said the final score of a football game across the town: Stanford 24, USC 23.