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The very early days of computers in San Diego
Editor's picks of stories Dave Zielinski wrote for the Reader
"If I step in too often and say 'stop this' and 'don't do that,' my valuable users will go elsewhere."
San Diego's 300 electronic bulletin boards
Mank Larson, a San Diego writer, claims he'd be useless without a computer. "I bought this thing two years ago just for word processing. Now it's taken over my life.” (March 1, 1990)
What books San Diego teachers read
What books lie on teachers’ nightstands? This innocent question about reading habits and tastes has the power to befuddle, embarrass, or provoke impressive lists. Some teachers lament not having enough time or energy. (April 26, 1990)
Steve Esmedina didn’t soft-focus his lens when trained on himself either. So he invited everyone to call him Blubbo.
Friends Forever
Steve Esmedina had the biggest head I had ever seen on a human being. He also had the biggest heart — one that became more corroded over time, leaking pain and despair. (September 20, 2001)
A San Diego writer: how I wrote my first novel
The novel remained in a storage locker in Mission Valley, in the shadow of the Jack Schrade Bridge and mountains of gravel. My Cardiff saviors encouraged me to unearth the book, to find an agent. (October 19, 1989)
We couldn't get enough of the Brothers Karamazov
Once upon a time, I was a non-hippie proto-post-punk semi-amniotic undergraduate at UCSD, floundering in the concrete-and-topsoil wastes of an almost brand-new Muir College—searching for a major, a mentor, or something magic. (December 20, 1990)
Brown: "I used to write a lot of sonnets, because I grew up when Edna St. Vincent Millay was so popular."
San Diego poets: LoVerne Brown, Lee Gerlach, Kamal Kapur, Al Zolynas
"I worked for the city engineering department for years, writing manuals and things — and when I got the first inkling of a poem, I’d come home and write down some ideas or the first few lines." (October 18, 1990)
Jolar Adult Theater late at night
It’s an empty middle-of-the-week hump night, Wednesday, two-thirty a.m. The moon is full; the uncommonly illuminated sky is azure and clear, bright as it most often is a half-hour before sunup. University Avenue looks broader. (July 5, 1990)
La Especial on 25th and Imperial
It’s Sunday, 2 a.m. A dark balmy night. Imperial Avenue is quiet, almost deserted, but there’s action up ahead, across from the old welfare office on 25th Street — now fenced in and vacant. (July 5, 1990)
"We do get to meet a lot of interesting people."
The Hitching Post Motel on El Cajon Boulevard
“This town’s not getting any smaller," Gordon sighs. “We’ve got too much urban sprawl.” Dorothy cuts in. “The main problem is too many foreigners coming here. We’re just too close to the border.” (May 10, 1990)
Dave Zielinski was a community college professor in the Imperial Valley who wrote for the Reader in the early 1990s.
Here's something you might be interested in.
The very early days of computers in San Diego
Editor's picks of stories Dave Zielinski wrote for the Reader
The very early days of computers in San Diego
Editor's picks of stories Dave Zielinski wrote for the Reader
"If I step in too often and say 'stop this' and 'don't do that,' my valuable users will go elsewhere."
San Diego's 300 electronic bulletin boards
Mank Larson, a San Diego writer, claims he'd be useless without a computer. "I bought this thing two years ago just for word processing. Now it's taken over my life.” (March 1, 1990)
What books San Diego teachers read
What books lie on teachers’ nightstands? This innocent question about reading habits and tastes has the power to befuddle, embarrass, or provoke impressive lists. Some teachers lament not having enough time or energy. (April 26, 1990)
Steve Esmedina didn’t soft-focus his lens when trained on himself either. So he invited everyone to call him Blubbo.
Friends Forever
Steve Esmedina had the biggest head I had ever seen on a human being. He also had the biggest heart — one that became more corroded over time, leaking pain and despair. (September 20, 2001)
A San Diego writer: how I wrote my first novel
The novel remained in a storage locker in Mission Valley, in the shadow of the Jack Schrade Bridge and mountains of gravel. My Cardiff saviors encouraged me to unearth the book, to find an agent. (October 19, 1989)
We couldn't get enough of the Brothers Karamazov
Once upon a time, I was a non-hippie proto-post-punk semi-amniotic undergraduate at UCSD, floundering in the concrete-and-topsoil wastes of an almost brand-new Muir College—searching for a major, a mentor, or something magic. (December 20, 1990)
Brown: "I used to write a lot of sonnets, because I grew up when Edna St. Vincent Millay was so popular."
San Diego poets: LoVerne Brown, Lee Gerlach, Kamal Kapur, Al Zolynas
"I worked for the city engineering department for years, writing manuals and things — and when I got the first inkling of a poem, I’d come home and write down some ideas or the first few lines." (October 18, 1990)
Jolar Adult Theater late at night
It’s an empty middle-of-the-week hump night, Wednesday, two-thirty a.m. The moon is full; the uncommonly illuminated sky is azure and clear, bright as it most often is a half-hour before sunup. University Avenue looks broader. (July 5, 1990)
La Especial on 25th and Imperial
It’s Sunday, 2 a.m. A dark balmy night. Imperial Avenue is quiet, almost deserted, but there’s action up ahead, across from the old welfare office on 25th Street — now fenced in and vacant. (July 5, 1990)
"We do get to meet a lot of interesting people."
The Hitching Post Motel on El Cajon Boulevard
“This town’s not getting any smaller," Gordon sighs. “We’ve got too much urban sprawl.” Dorothy cuts in. “The main problem is too many foreigners coming here. We’re just too close to the border.” (May 10, 1990)
Dave Zielinski was a community college professor in the Imperial Valley who wrote for the Reader in the early 1990s.
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