Back in the mid-1990’s I wrote this on the old Pandemonia site about the original old Emeryville Warehouse Co. building as shown above in a photo I took sometime 1990 or the early 1990’s: One of the original artist’s warehouses in E’ville. Once full of musicians, sculptors, potters, artists, and sundry others who rented space here for studios, rehearsal space, etc., the Warehouse is in danger of being renovated and turned into low-cost housing (it could have been worse, it could have been turned into some god-awful yupperie with boutique coffee and bagels, etc….). It’s a better location for workspace — right next to the railway and Sherwin Williams’ 24 hour truck depot — but that never stopped E’ville…. I once drove past here about 6am one Sunday to take photos and there was already a lone drummer thrashing away with the windows open. It was the sort of place you could see dueling robots in the parking lot or buy custom pottery upstairs. I got it wrong, more or less — it was turned into a place (“yupperie” sounds so eighties or nineties) with boutique coffee and bagels, etc. — but the word on the street back then (and I knew several people who […]
Given my mild rant about Instagram I thought I’d post this Instagram I took last year of fog on San Francisco’s The Embarcadero as an example of what I like about Instagram. And that’s all I’ll say about it for now.
Tug “Richard Brusco” working the Estuary off the Dutra Yard one winter’s twilight, as seen from Union Point. I’m not really much of an obsessive tug-spotter, but I do like the atmospheric feeling in this image, and it’s such a typical sight around where I live — a large workaday tug setting off for home (Seattle) or out onto the Bay. Most tugs you see around Oakland are smaller tractor tugs; this one’s more likely to be seen pulling large barges or scows along the coast, I guess.
Jingletown’s Real Urban Wildlife I live in the Jingletown district of Oakland, a busy semi-industrial neighbourhood down by Oakland Estuary. It’s changed a lot in the fifteen or so years I’ve been living there, but one thing hasn’t changed: it’s teeming with urban wildlife. I don’t mean the inevitable raccoons, or the squirrels, or the cute deer eating rose bushes (there are no deer in Jingletown, I’m pretty damn sure of that), I mean the industrial urban wildlife: forklifts, concrete trucks, shipping containers, truck trailers, tugs, barges, homeless RVs, discarded shopping carts, couches and TVs — things like that. I see this sort of wildlife every time I’m outside in my neighborhood. It’s everywhere, if you know what you’re looking for (I think most people just filter it out). It scurries around all day (especially the forklifts, which I have to dodge or ride around almost every block down East 7th riding my bicycle to work), or lumbers up 23rd Avenue or Kennedy Street (the concrete trucks), or it appears overnight on the street (especially the couches and the shipping containers), or it slowly moves from place to place over the days and weeks. It hides in the bushes and parks, or under the freeway over crossings, or it’s penned in […]