San Diego's coinshooters, prospectors, relic hunters
Developers too close to Cleveland Forest, my last 90 bucks lost in Del Mar, my daughter killed in Ramona, go to TJ for suicide, Craig Venter opens in La Jolla
“Start over there, where the sand is shiny.” For wet-sand hunting, Russ recommends the area of the beach kept perpetually wet by the tide, so that’s where I go. I imitate Russ, who ambles along, passing his coil in an arc an inch above the sand. Back and forth, back and forth — there’s a precision, a consistency, so ingrained that it seems mechanical; by contrast, my sweeps seem forced and halting. “Keep the coil parallel to the ground.”
By Moss Gropen, Oct. 29, 2008
“The lots are bulldozed right up to the forest boundary."
Just outside downtown Ramona, a mile or two after Magnolia Avenue turns into Black Canyon Road, you turn left onto Stokes Road and head up into Rolling Hills Estates. “We’re in a subdivision that is one of the best and worst examples of how development is unfortunately occurring next to the Cleveland National Forest,” says David Hogan, 38.
By Geoff Bouvier, July 23, 2008
At Del Mar, parimutuel clerks are clad in pastel Hawaiian-style shirts with a tropical/equine motif.
I just handed my last 90 bucks to a scowling man behind the counter, and if number five doesn’t finish in the top three in this $25,000 maiden claimer, I’ll go home broke, with only an expensive beer buzz and a bad sunburn to show for the experience. The man behind the counter couldn’t care less; he’s just hoping like hell his drawer isn’t short again at the end of the day.
March 6 started out pretty much like any other day. Work was busy. I got off a little late, went home, got in the shower, and when I got out, my son Marshal told me that Jadean, my 15-year-old daughter, had been home. She’d dropped off her schoolbooks and left again. I asked Marshal if she had taken my work phone with her.
June 4, 2008
The clerk on duty, when asked for pentobarbital, said in fluent English, “We’re all sold out. We’ll get more in about a month and a half.”
Faye Girsh, vice president of the Hemlock Society of San Diego, knows that Exit International has been publicizing the Mexico option for its members. “But we do not send people to Tijuana, because it’s not a legal thing to do,” she explains. “We want people to be able to die peacefully, and quickly, and gently, and with certainty, and those drugs are a way to do it.
By Ernie Grimm, Aug. 20, 2008
Currently operating out of temporary quarters in a Torrey Pines office park, the institute is home to a controversial plan to make new life employing artificial chromosomes.
Craig Venter wants to lease the land for five decades and build a starkly modern, fortress-like headquarters for his J. Craig Venter Institute. Currently operating out of temporary quarters in a nondescript building in a Torrey Pines office park near the General Atomics building, the institute is home to a controversial plan to make new life employing artificial chromosomes.
By Matt Potter, Nov. 25, 2008
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San Diego's coinshooters, prospectors, relic hunters
Developers too close to Cleveland Forest, my last 90 bucks lost in Del Mar, my daughter killed in Ramona, go to TJ for suicide, Craig Venter opens in La Jolla
San Diego's coinshooters, prospectors, relic hunters
Developers too close to Cleveland Forest, my last 90 bucks lost in Del Mar, my daughter killed in Ramona, go to TJ for suicide, Craig Venter opens in La Jolla
San Diego's coinshooters, prospectors, relic hunters
Developers too close to Cleveland Forest, my last 90 bucks lost in Del Mar, my daughter killed in Ramona, go to TJ for suicide, Craig Venter opens in La Jolla
“Start over there, where the sand is shiny.” For wet-sand hunting, Russ recommends the area of the beach kept perpetually wet by the tide, so that’s where I go. I imitate Russ, who ambles along, passing his coil in an arc an inch above the sand. Back and forth, back and forth — there’s a precision, a consistency, so ingrained that it seems mechanical; by contrast, my sweeps seem forced and halting. “Keep the coil parallel to the ground.”
By Moss Gropen, Oct. 29, 2008
“The lots are bulldozed right up to the forest boundary."
Just outside downtown Ramona, a mile or two after Magnolia Avenue turns into Black Canyon Road, you turn left onto Stokes Road and head up into Rolling Hills Estates. “We’re in a subdivision that is one of the best and worst examples of how development is unfortunately occurring next to the Cleveland National Forest,” says David Hogan, 38.
By Geoff Bouvier, July 23, 2008
At Del Mar, parimutuel clerks are clad in pastel Hawaiian-style shirts with a tropical/equine motif.
I just handed my last 90 bucks to a scowling man behind the counter, and if number five doesn’t finish in the top three in this $25,000 maiden claimer, I’ll go home broke, with only an expensive beer buzz and a bad sunburn to show for the experience. The man behind the counter couldn’t care less; he’s just hoping like hell his drawer isn’t short again at the end of the day.
March 6 started out pretty much like any other day. Work was busy. I got off a little late, went home, got in the shower, and when I got out, my son Marshal told me that Jadean, my 15-year-old daughter, had been home. She’d dropped off her schoolbooks and left again. I asked Marshal if she had taken my work phone with her.
June 4, 2008
The clerk on duty, when asked for pentobarbital, said in fluent English, “We’re all sold out. We’ll get more in about a month and a half.”
Faye Girsh, vice president of the Hemlock Society of San Diego, knows that Exit International has been publicizing the Mexico option for its members. “But we do not send people to Tijuana, because it’s not a legal thing to do,” she explains. “We want people to be able to die peacefully, and quickly, and gently, and with certainty, and those drugs are a way to do it.
By Ernie Grimm, Aug. 20, 2008
Currently operating out of temporary quarters in a Torrey Pines office park, the institute is home to a controversial plan to make new life employing artificial chromosomes.
Craig Venter wants to lease the land for five decades and build a starkly modern, fortress-like headquarters for his J. Craig Venter Institute. Currently operating out of temporary quarters in a nondescript building in a Torrey Pines office park near the General Atomics building, the institute is home to a controversial plan to make new life employing artificial chromosomes.
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