Road Trip reminiscence: Telegraph Avenue

I worry about evoking too much yearning for home in Margaret but am taking the risk.

No stop in Berkeley is complete without a walk along Telegraph Avenue. I (vaguely) remember how it creeped me out when I first moved to the Bay Area in 1981. It is a total time warp experience, which was cool. It was crowded as hell and is still very busy with foot traffic. It was also much more riddled with runaway teens, addicts, and panhandlers than it is today. Had I known the word back then I might have said that Telegraph Avenue skeeved me.

Looking down Telegraph from the Cal campus

The absolutely requisite tie-dyed shirt vendor

I have not known a time when you could not get tie-dyed shirts here. There is always at least one folk singer sitting on the sidewalk and playing a guitar (usually not too well). An amazing sense that nothing has changed here in four decades.

As we passed by the folk singer on our walk, Bill opined that the city (or was it the chamber of commerce?) paid him. I mean, you gotta have one or it's not Telegraph, right?

The saddest sight of the day

Cody's Books was THE premier independent bookstore of Berkeley, a wonderfully rich place to browse and buy, always busy. Evidently not busy enough in the era of Amazon, Borders, and Barnes and Noble. Cody's is no more. I had heard something of its demise and dreaded reaching the corner where my fears would be confirmed. Sure enough, there it was, closed up, abandoned, dead.

Have you spent money at a local independent bookstore lately? (I try to, but know that I also rely on the big chains way too much for the sake of convenience. Yet we see where that leads.)

From the Cody's website:

After 52 years, Cody's Books will shut its doors effective June 20, 2008. The Berkeley bookstore has been a beacon to readers and writers throughout the nation and across the world. Founded by Fred and Pat Cody in 1956, Cody's has been a Berkeley institution and a pioneer in the book business, helping to establish such innovations as quality paperbacks and in-store author readings. Throughout the 1960s and 70s, Cody's was a landmark of the Free Speech movement and was a home away from home for innumerable authors, poets and readers.

A mural celebrating (feistily, of course) People's Park

This mural is across the street, north of People's Park. Here is the People's Park web site and a Wiki article on it. It is a great symbol and an important gathering place, yet not something to be romanticized.

An fire escape staircase

I looked up and saw the rhythms of this and the light patterns and had to pause and take a picture. I recommend clicking to enlarge it.

Enjoy! More road trip pics to come.

UPDATE:

“We are, ” they said, even as their pages
Were being torn out, or a buzzing flame
Licked away their letters. So much more durable
Than we are, whose frail warmth
Cools down with memory, disperses, perishes.

The Poem of the Week features "And Yet the Books" by Czeslaw Milosz. How appropriate after thinking about Cody's and other independent bookstores. You may read it here.
--the BB

Oh, crap!

Now, granted, three days from now I will be in my first Russian class, which I think is way cool. But Fran gets Cal (love the photo of the Sather Gate, girlfriend) and I get Moskva. There is no way I want to deal with a Russian winter. I am a California sun-worshipping kind of guy. And look at the effing architecture in this photo!

Вздох! [Sigh!]

You're Lomonosov Moscow State University!

Though you're often cold and depressed, no one can question
your access to knowledge and the creativity that often accompanies suffering.
You see yourself as a varied teacher, sometimes spreading the word of
monarchs, tyrants, or even mere corrupt politicians. Along the way, you've
lived an unstable and interesting existence and grown very tall. Now, you're
in quite a rush. Uh.


Take the University Quiz
at the Blue Pyramid.

I was just rhapsodizing about spring in North Berkeley today, both online with Kirstin and at lunch with my ex. February in Berkeley is magnolias and non-bearing plum trees in bloom, daffodils, the bright yellow of oxalis even, tulips soon to follow (if the deer don't get them first). You will never be nostalgic about Bambi again if you have deer eat your tulips. They wait until the blooms are just about to show color and then munch them, leaving you with all those bare stems. Daffodils and iris, however, they leave alone. Foxglove is also cool as the deer are not fond of digitalis. So plant the tulips inside your very high fence and let the daffodils and bearded iris naturalize and spread outside along your driiveway.