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Home, sweet home
Del Dios highway custom home, living with my son, San Diego County coastal lots left, four years after Cedar fire, La Jolla liberal in Clairemont
In March of 1981, my small family and I moved into the house before which I now stand. We paid $60,000.
Site 151’s Four Million Dollar Mansion
Wealth has nothing to do with luck.
Ralph Genovese doesn't use the word "mansion" to describe the three dwellings he will construct on a mountaintop in Rancho Santa Fe. He prefers "estate." He's building one of the homes for himself, and he hopes to sell the other two for close to $4 million apiece.
The first to take shape will have 7400 square feet of interior space that will open to ocean views sweeping from Mexico to Catalina Island. In addition to the master-bedroom suite and the kitchen and the family room and the dining and living rooms, this home will have three secondary bedrooms, five full bathrooms, two powder rooms, a study, a gym, a game room, five fireplaces, garage space for four cars, a wine cellar designed to hold 500 bottles, and outdoor-entertaining facilities that would look respectable at a hotel.
By Jeannette DeWyze, July 22, 2004 | Read full article
All of Us in This House
The mystery that is my son.
My friend Adrian and I approached the darkened North Park apartment, and I sensed something wrong. It was and is my own apartment, one I share with my 28-year-old son, Geoffrey. The hour was early, maybe 6:30 p.m., and we had cut our evening short after snacks and a bit of canvas-viewing at the galleries on Ray Street. A cardboard box sat at the doorstep in shadow. It was the size of a small suitcase. As I neared the door I called out, "Geoff! Geoffrey?" and I heard a rustling inside, a low voice coming from the bathroom.
By John Brizzolara, Nov. 22, 2006 | Read full article
Solana Beach: Vacant Beach Lots in 1982: 6, Vacant Beach Lots in 2007: 0. Del Mar: Vacant Beach Lots in 1982: 10, Vacant Beach Lots in 2007: 1
All That's Left
With all those amazing ocean views, 16 empty lots may seem like a surprisingly large number. Who wouldn't want a house on the beach? There is a tax incentive to keeping the property vacant -- true in the '80s, even truer now. Those who have held property for years pay low taxes. The property tax bill, which can include special local taxes, amounts to approximately 1.25 percent of the property's assessed value, says Scott Travasos of Swell Property in Leucadia, and Proposition 13 ensures that the assessed value may be increased by only 2 percent per year. But add a house on the property, and the county can update the assessment.
Some lot owners may not be able to sell their lots, as they are keeping them as collateral against loans taken out to build their current homes.
By Rosa Jurjevics, Oct. 25, 2007 | Read full article
Our 1920s two-story cabin is nestled in an oak-studded box canyon, located about a mile due north of San Vicente Lake.
Angel in the Rubble
Four years after the Cedar Fire.
On October 25, 2003, I go outside to touch base with the night sky and feel the air before retiring to bed. Tonight feels different. A Santa Ana is brewing and I smell smoke.
I come back inside through the creaky kitchen door, releasing the knob too soon, and the glass pane rattles as if it will break. My husband Kent says a neighbor called. They smell smoke.
"Yeah, I do too," I say, "and there are hot and cold pockets in the air outside, which means the east wind is on its way." Kent grew up on the East Coast and is not as familiar with the natural omens of our area. Our 1920s two-story cabin is nestled in an oak-studded box canyon, located about a mile due north of San Vicente Lake.
By Chi Varnado, Oct. 11, 2007 | Read full article
Clairemont. I've even grown fond of the 100-foot palm tree decked with year-round Christmas lights.
La Jolla Liberal Learns Tolerance from Clairemont Republicans
I look out the car window at the tacky little houses with gravel front yards. The streets are lined with parked trucks advertising hauling, mobile dog washing, drywall, mariachi bands. Inside an open garage, a bunch of men sit around a poker table drinking beer.
I miss La Jolla and tell the realtor. "Well, it's the cheapest neighborhood close to the beach," she says as we drive past a house covered in millions of old dishes, ceramic statuettes, Christmas ornaments, and plastic flowers.We're here because I can't afford to buy in La Jolla, the beautiful place I've come to love and call home, where my friends live and where I surf; the place I'd moved to four years before to get as far as I could from a bad divorce back East.
By Various Authors, Sept. 13, 2007 | Read full article
Hi. I used to live here. Can I come in?
Sometimes a cigar is just a cigar, Freud pointed out. He would never have said the same thing about a house. Certainly Carl Jung would not. In my case, as I approach my former address at the edge of Mission Hills, right where that neighborhood turns into Hillcrest, I am approaching a time machine as surely as if I were walking toward and lifting my hand to knock at the address of H.G. Wells’s Victorian scientist in the famous story from 1895. Actually, the house, built in 1883, predates that story by a dozen years.
By John Brizzolara, Jan. 28, 2009 | Read full article
Here's something you might be interested in.
Home, sweet home
Del Dios highway custom home, living with my son, San Diego County coastal lots left, four years after Cedar fire, La Jolla liberal in Clairemont
Home, sweet home
Del Dios highway custom home, living with my son, San Diego County coastal lots left, four years after Cedar fire, La Jolla liberal in Clairemont
In March of 1981, my small family and I moved into the house before which I now stand. We paid $60,000.
Site 151’s Four Million Dollar Mansion
Wealth has nothing to do with luck.
Ralph Genovese doesn't use the word "mansion" to describe the three dwellings he will construct on a mountaintop in Rancho Santa Fe. He prefers "estate." He's building one of the homes for himself, and he hopes to sell the other two for close to $4 million apiece.
The first to take shape will have 7400 square feet of interior space that will open to ocean views sweeping from Mexico to Catalina Island. In addition to the master-bedroom suite and the kitchen and the family room and the dining and living rooms, this home will have three secondary bedrooms, five full bathrooms, two powder rooms, a study, a gym, a game room, five fireplaces, garage space for four cars, a wine cellar designed to hold 500 bottles, and outdoor-entertaining facilities that would look respectable at a hotel.
By Jeannette DeWyze, July 22, 2004 | Read full article
All of Us in This House
The mystery that is my son.
My friend Adrian and I approached the darkened North Park apartment, and I sensed something wrong. It was and is my own apartment, one I share with my 28-year-old son, Geoffrey. The hour was early, maybe 6:30 p.m., and we had cut our evening short after snacks and a bit of canvas-viewing at the galleries on Ray Street. A cardboard box sat at the doorstep in shadow. It was the size of a small suitcase. As I neared the door I called out, "Geoff! Geoffrey?" and I heard a rustling inside, a low voice coming from the bathroom.
By John Brizzolara, Nov. 22, 2006 | Read full article
Solana Beach: Vacant Beach Lots in 1982: 6, Vacant Beach Lots in 2007: 0. Del Mar: Vacant Beach Lots in 1982: 10, Vacant Beach Lots in 2007: 1
All That's Left
With all those amazing ocean views, 16 empty lots may seem like a surprisingly large number. Who wouldn't want a house on the beach? There is a tax incentive to keeping the property vacant -- true in the '80s, even truer now. Those who have held property for years pay low taxes. The property tax bill, which can include special local taxes, amounts to approximately 1.25 percent of the property's assessed value, says Scott Travasos of Swell Property in Leucadia, and Proposition 13 ensures that the assessed value may be increased by only 2 percent per year. But add a house on the property, and the county can update the assessment.
Some lot owners may not be able to sell their lots, as they are keeping them as collateral against loans taken out to build their current homes.
By Rosa Jurjevics, Oct. 25, 2007 | Read full article
Our 1920s two-story cabin is nestled in an oak-studded box canyon, located about a mile due north of San Vicente Lake.
Angel in the Rubble
Four years after the Cedar Fire.
On October 25, 2003, I go outside to touch base with the night sky and feel the air before retiring to bed. Tonight feels different. A Santa Ana is brewing and I smell smoke.
I come back inside through the creaky kitchen door, releasing the knob too soon, and the glass pane rattles as if it will break. My husband Kent says a neighbor called. They smell smoke.
"Yeah, I do too," I say, "and there are hot and cold pockets in the air outside, which means the east wind is on its way." Kent grew up on the East Coast and is not as familiar with the natural omens of our area. Our 1920s two-story cabin is nestled in an oak-studded box canyon, located about a mile due north of San Vicente Lake.
By Chi Varnado, Oct. 11, 2007 | Read full article
Clairemont. I've even grown fond of the 100-foot palm tree decked with year-round Christmas lights.
La Jolla Liberal Learns Tolerance from Clairemont Republicans
I look out the car window at the tacky little houses with gravel front yards. The streets are lined with parked trucks advertising hauling, mobile dog washing, drywall, mariachi bands. Inside an open garage, a bunch of men sit around a poker table drinking beer.
I miss La Jolla and tell the realtor. "Well, it's the cheapest neighborhood close to the beach," she says as we drive past a house covered in millions of old dishes, ceramic statuettes, Christmas ornaments, and plastic flowers.We're here because I can't afford to buy in La Jolla, the beautiful place I've come to love and call home, where my friends live and where I surf; the place I'd moved to four years before to get as far as I could from a bad divorce back East.
By Various Authors, Sept. 13, 2007 | Read full article
Hi. I used to live here. Can I come in?
Sometimes a cigar is just a cigar, Freud pointed out. He would never have said the same thing about a house. Certainly Carl Jung would not. In my case, as I approach my former address at the edge of Mission Hills, right where that neighborhood turns into Hillcrest, I am approaching a time machine as surely as if I were walking toward and lifting my hand to knock at the address of H.G. Wells’s Victorian scientist in the famous story from 1895. Actually, the house, built in 1883, predates that story by a dozen years.
By John Brizzolara, Jan. 28, 2009 | Read full article
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