It’s startling to think that fewer than 20 years ago, a supposedly civilized country called the German Democratic Republic (aka East Germany) was actively spying on its own citizens with the sort of invasive technology usually reserved for James Bond.
The Culver City Dub Collective, led by Jack Johnson’s drummer Adam Topol and guitarist/producer Franchot Tone, come to SOhO on Thursday, July 12, to celebrate the release of their debut album Dos.
Former editor Jerry Roberts, esteemed writer Lou Cannon, and legendary broadcast journalist Lowell Bergman to discuss the News-Press meltdown, owners who meddle in news coverage, and more on July 3.
Your cell phone photos will be on display at next month’s SBMA Nights, our town’s most popular monthly see-and-be-seen -in-your-best-duds-while-drinking-fancy-cocktails shindig
The three staffers who kept the surf culture publication alive quit on June 22. Can it stay afloat?
After more than 25 years in business, Wine Cask owner Doug Margerum has sold his company to healthcare mogul-turned-restaurateur Bernard Rosenson, who’s owned and operated the Sky Room in Long Beach and will be opening the Yellow Rose in Summerland at the former Big Yellow House in the fall.
The sun shines brightly on the northern ridge of Foley Vineyards as a dense layer of morning fog retreats westward toward the Pacific. As far as the eye can see are the undulating grapevines of pinot noir and chardonnay that have garnered international praise for California’s Sta. Rita Hills appellation-distinct from the the Chilean Vi±a Santa Rita-but one thing is curiously absent: the usual 25 mph gusts of wind that torment the region.
We are surrounded by the basic ingredients for human survival, but most of us don’t even know it. That’s one conclusion to be drawn from the new book Chumash Ethnobotany by Jan Timbrook, curator of ethnography at the Santa Barbara Museum of Natural History.
I’m not a “car guy”-I don’t know a radiator from a carburetor, I’ve never been tempted to trade in my dusty pick-up for a shiny sports car, and I don’t really understand the constant left-turning that is NASCAR. But, like any red-blooded boy from the good ol’ U.S. of A., I grew up with posters of Ferraris and Lamborghinis on my walls, ma stered the arcade games Pole Position and Out Run, and relished that I was a passenger in a Saleen Mustang going 135 miles per hour as “my fastest ride.”
The Wine Cask was officially sold on June 1, but without the Los Olivos restaurant as part of the deal.
