The OB Town Council held their monthly public meeting last Wednesday night – where they usually do – at the Masonic Center on Sunset Cliffs Boulevard.
As I drove into the Center’s parking lot from the alley between Santa Monica and Santa Cruz, I could see that something was up, as there was a crowd of people congregating around the side door that leads immediately into the community room. Oh, no. Another meeting outside? I conjectured, recalling the last time that the meeting was held outside on the asphalt, that summer night when the electricity blew a fuse or something.
Then right off – there was Officer David Surwilo, community relations officer for the Western Division directing traffic into the parking lot, helping some of the elders park their vehicles.
I did check out the crowd; saw Ed Harris with a pink tie and the other usual suspects who show up at these gigs.
By Mark Hughes, SanDiego350
In the recently published book, “The Knowledge Illusion”, authors Steven Sloman and Philip Fernbach assert something rather disturbing: we rarely think for ourselves. Instead, we patch together our understanding of the world by taking a bit from over here and a bit from over there. If they are correct, it’s pretty easy to see that it’s whose bits we incorporate (the IPCC or Trump? Hmm.) that create our worldview.
One effect of this absorptive scheme is that we fall into the illusion of thinking we know a lot about the world, when in truth much of what we think we know resides in other people’s heads. A simple example is the zipper. How well do you understand it’s workings? A scoff-able question, no? After all, you likely use them daily.
Originally published April 27, 2016
OB as the Haight-Ashbury of San Diego
By Frank Gormlie
In my many writings about Ocean Beach history – some of which I share below – I’ve always noted that in the late 1960s, OB became the Haight-Ashbury of San Diego. By 1967 – a year after the OB Pier had officially opened – it was already evident that Ocean Beach was morphing into the San Diego equivalent of that fabled and iconic San Francisco neighborhood synonymous with “hippie-ism”. If you were a hippie or a hippie-wannabe during this time somewhere in San Diego, you ended up in OB.
Of course, other factors contributed to the incubation in Ocean Beach of a community sympathetic and supportive of the new emerging counter-counter: