In Boom: Voices of the Sixties, Personal Reflections on the ’60s and Today, former NBC Nightly News anchor Tom Brokaw offers a follow-up to The Greatest Generation, his best-selling book about the á¾½50s. Boom, like The Greatest Generation, is not really a history, and certainly isn’t a polemic; it’s an easygoing series of reflections about people Brokaw thinks exemplified the era.
Since the fire no longer poses a threat to the containment line, it is now controlled.
Marilyn Garza, an eighth-grade science teacher at Santa Barbara Junior High School, was honored with a $25,000 national educator award on 11/1.
A ceremony naming the district attorney’s office building after former D.A. Tom Sneddon was disrupted on 11/6 by shouted protests from the father of Jonathan Gottesman.
Several people were issued citations for infractions and misdemeanors after a Halloween demonstration by costumed revelers.
For such a tiny instrument, the ukulele-at least in the hands of virtuoso Jake Shimabukuro-can unleash quite a massive sound. The Honolulu native, who comes to SOhO on Tuesday, November 13, has been playing the four-stringed instrument since he was four years old, and it shows, for he can take any genre of music and uke-ify it with jaw-dropping results.
For urbanites who yearn for open spaces, Cory Steffen’s Lost and Found Scapes offer a vision of the countryside reclaimed. Though sublimely rendered, these images of trees, rivers, vineyards, and skies amount to an ironic departure from traditional landscape fare.
“Alright Santa Barbara, I need you to sing really loud with me on this one, because I want to remember this night for the rest of my life!” Gwen Stefani demanded. And, for 90 minutes, everyone in the sold-out Bowl crowd obeyed. Standing up in the second-to-last row with my two younger sisters, I jumped, “hollaback”-ed, and swayed as Stefani pranced onstage and off into the crowd in an astonishing number of sequined costumes.
Santa Barbara’s Casa de La Raza, located at 601 E. Montecito St., hosted its second annual haunted house for local kids and teens on 10/31.
Ever since my parents subtly clued me in to the fact that I was too old to trick-or-treat, I’ve taken to attending concerts in lieu of blatantly begging for teeth-rotting handouts. The experience, in my mind, is relatively the same: crowds, chaos, screaming, and it’s still totally socially acceptable to dress up.
