May 21, 2013
San Pablo Avenue, Pt 3

continued from yesterday

This is the region I live in, where the most obnoxious gentrification patterns imaginable have steadily sought to scrub San Pablo of its history, not to mention its residents. But my bike ride was supposed to help introduce me to the stretch to the North, an area that is usually forgotten because it is generally either less urban or more poor than Berkeley or Oakland. It was largely uneventful (except for the part where some asshole shot at me from their car in North Richmond, though I have reason to believe it was just a high-powered BB gun), but there were a few highlights that I think exemplify not only the consequences of capital divestment for San Pablo in the second half of the 20th century, but also the diversity of communities in the East Bay generally.

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The San Francisco refinery was built in 1896 in Rodeo, not San Francisco. This is actually pretty typical. Oil production was booming in California at this time (production skyrocketed by 1400% between 1890 and 1898), and while the new fossil fuel economy kept San Francisco’s Montgomery Street financial institutions well fed, many of the noxious externalities of oil production were sloughed off on the East Bay. The existing refineries, some bigger than ever, continue to employ and poison working class people in Rodeo, Richmond, Martinez, and Newark, periodically catching fire or exploding, but perpetually contributing to the East Bay’s disproportionately high cancer rates through daily toxic emissions. The refinery in Rodeo has a crude feed capacity of 80,000 barrels a day, and covers over a thousand acres, but it’s still dwarfed by the Chevron Oil refinery. It illegally releases fumes on a regular basis, but is never fined more than a few hundred dollars per offense.

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For the most part, Alameda and Contra Costa counties are not agricultural, but there are still pockets of food production, as evidenced by this small hillside vineyard in Crockett just off San Pablo. The Gold Rush economy probably disincentivized agricultural work, but I honestly don’t know for sure why farming isn’t more common in the area, except perhaps that a lot of non-urban land that hasn’t been developed for industry or sprawl is protected, as in Wildcat Canyon, though that probably isn’t exactly arable anyway. I was surprised to see some small ranching operations, though.


continued tomorrow

May 20, 2013

slingshotnews:

#113 is hot off the press! We’re in the process of making a few important changes to how we run the paper, and some things have worked better than others, but this issue has really grown on me. Come swing by the Long Haul to pick up a copy, or anywhere else you can find a stack we dropped off. Tomorrow we’re having a huge mailing work party, so you’ll also be able to pick one up from anyone across the globe who has agreed to help us distribute.


Also, we used two fonts in this issue, one old and one new. Let us know which one you like more!

We finished! Also, if it wasn’t entirely obvious by now, I also run the Slingshot Collective’s tumblr (slingshotnews.tumblr.com). It’s a lot cooler than this blog, you should check it out!

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May 20, 2013
"Power veils itself. From the mystery of what it does, what it owns, and, above all, who it is, it assumes added strength. Within cities, the paths of power grow exceedingly complex and subtle over time as elite families marry to agglomerate wealth and as their heirs retain favored attorneys and bankers to manage and expand their fortunes. These paths resemble the cumulative network of utilities under the streets to which there is no comprehensive guide. Yet it is no less necessary to map those pathways of power than it is to map the physical systems themselves if one is to understand how the city works to transform its contado."

— Gray Brechen, Imperial San Francisco (1999), pg 71

May 20, 2013
San Pablo Avenue, Pt 2

continued from yesterday

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In 1927, when the bridge spanning the Carquinez Bridge connected the East Bay to Vallejo, San Pablo Ave became part of the first transcontinental highway, Lincoln Highway, which stretched from Lincoln Park in San Francisco to Times Square in New York City. The idea of Lincoln Highway was conceived by the bike-enthusiast-turned-auto-baron Carl Fisher, who is in many ways responsible for a lot of modern car culture, and his vision for automotive capitalism could easily be seen along San Pablo, where WWII-era and atomic age architecture often continues to define the road. Hell, even the Mai Tai, which more or less defines the atomic age WASPs for me, was invented here during this period, at Trader Vic’s original location at 65th and San Pablo, in 1944. The picture above was taken on San Pablo and Addison in Berkeley in the 1940s, when it was part of a largely Finnish neighborhood.

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Above, a photo looking North from the MacArthur Maze focuses on the Eastshore Highway, which moved the shoreline a quarter mile into the Bay when it was built, and was later expanded into the Eastshore Freeway in the 50s. Much of San Pablo’s luck changed under the Eisenhower administration, when freeways such as I-80 (and especially the Eastshore Freeway) managed to not only challenge the relevance of major avenues, but also, over the long run, to accumulate capital in major nodes of commerce such as the Bay Street mall in Emeryville. The freeway system also managed to help ghettoize West Oakland, contributing in part to the contemporary poverty seen along the southern end of San Pablo avenue.

This is the region I live in, where the most obnoxious gentrification patterns imaginable have steadily sought to scrub San Pablo of its history, not to mention its residents. But my bike ride was supposed to help introduce me to the stretch to the North, an area that is usually forgotten because it is generally either less urban or more poor than Berkeley or Oakland. It was largely uneventful (except for the part where some asshole shot at me from their car in North Richmond, though I have reason to believe it was just a high-powered BB gun), but there were a few highlights that I think exemplify not only the consequences of capital divestment for San Pablo in the second half of the 20th century, but also the diversity of communities in the East Bay generally.

continued tomorrow

May 19, 2013
San Pablo Avenue, Pt 1

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A few weeks ago I decided to bike the entire stretch of San Pablo Avenue, my main transportation artery during my past two years in Oakland. To folks living elsewhere in the Bay, the divided four-lane road is known chiefly as an impoverished urban corridor for prostitution (sex workers and pimps often call it “The Track” — I’ll post more on Oakland’s red light districts in the coming weeks), but not only is the stigmatization of sex workers and other residents on San Pablo decidedly racist and sexist, but it also forgets that the road, which starts at Oscar Grant (Frank Ogawa) Plaza, continues North through Emeryville, Berkeley, Albany, El Cerrito, Richmond, San Pablo (the city), Pinole, Hercules, and Crockett, has a rich history and enormous developmental diversity. It connects everything from luxury apartment districts to urban ghettos to suburban sprawl to dead city centers (downtown Rodeo is practically a ghost town) to ranch pasture to farmland to trashy casino districts to major heavy industrial operations. In short, it’s a glimpse into what Oakland used to be in the years following WWII, and what it has become since then.

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San Pablo is actually one of the oldest roads in the East Bay. While it’s current name is borrow from the Spanish land grant Rancho San Pablo, when the Spaniards were actually in power in California it was called El Camino Real de la Contra Costa, referring to the fact that it was the royal road on the opposite shoreof San Francisco’s more famous El Camino Real, which connected the missions of Alta California (check the road going from right to left in the map above). Its preeminence maintained through the Gold Rush, statehood, and the transcontinental railroad’s arrival in Oakland.

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May 16, 2013
I’m still too exhausted from doing layout for Slingshot this weekend to make a real post, and I’m perpetually skeptical of selfies, but I wanted to share a picture my latest bee sting. I couldn’t even see out of my left eye the next morning.

I’m still too exhausted from doing layout for Slingshot this weekend to make a real post, and I’m perpetually skeptical of selfies, but I wanted to share a picture my latest bee sting. I couldn’t even see out of my left eye the next morning.

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May 8, 2013

If you’re more upset by hipster boutiques moving in to accrue social capital than you are about poor families moving out to avoid eviction orders, you’re fighting a petty culture war, not a class war.

May 7, 2013
In middle school, I was a Ray Bradbury fan, which more or less necessarily meant I was also a Ray Harryhausen fan. At the time, I was obsessed with monsters, but generally too scared to watch contemporary gore-filled horror films. Harryhausen met me half way: his creations were emotional, full of rage and life, creatures I could relate to rather than creatures in the darkness to fear.  His death was announced this morning; he was 92.

In middle school, I was a Ray Bradbury fan, which more or less necessarily meant I was also a Ray Harryhausen fan. At the time, I was obsessed with monsters, but generally too scared to watch contemporary gore-filled horror films. Harryhausen met me half way: his creations were emotional, full of rage and life, creatures I could relate to rather than creatures in the darkness to fear.  His death was announced this morning; he was 92.

May 7, 2013
A few weeks ago I took this picture of a cement factory on Pier 90 (I think) from a bridge connecting the Dogpatch to India Basin, a little-known industrial San Francisco neighborhood that’s currently slated for major redevelopment. On this same bridge, I met a friendly man who was fishing for crabs in the brackish water below with a rope anchored with a small plastic grocery crate. He showed symptoms of mercury poisoning (such as skin discoloration), but I with the amount of toxins that residents of Southeast San Francisco are regularly exposed to (including everything from standard heavy metal pollutants to nuclear waste, but that’s a story for another post), it’s hard to tell if the symptoms came from eating mercury-rich crab meat or some other facet of environmental racism. Even so, the intuitiveness of the scene was hard to shake: cement kilns are known for releasing alarming amounts of mercury. After talking for a while, I left without taking his picture.

A few weeks ago I took this picture of a cement factory on Pier 90 (I think) from a bridge connecting the Dogpatch to India Basin, a little-known industrial San Francisco neighborhood that’s currently slated for major redevelopment. On this same bridge, I met a friendly man who was fishing for crabs in the brackish water below with a rope anchored with a small plastic grocery crate. He showed symptoms of mercury poisoning (such as skin discoloration), but I with the amount of toxins that residents of Southeast San Francisco are regularly exposed to (including everything from standard heavy metal pollutants to nuclear waste, but that’s a story for another post), it’s hard to tell if the symptoms came from eating mercury-rich crab meat or some other facet of environmental racism. Even so, the intuitiveness of the scene was hard to shake: cement kilns are known for releasing alarming amounts of mercury. After talking for a while, I left without taking his picture.

May 5, 2013
"We pretend to work and they pretend to pay us."

— One of the most resilient Czech/Russian jokes under communism.