Vive Le Smog!


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Downtown LA Smog, originally uploaded by Kianouch.

If anyone had any doubts about where the rotten heart of the Bush regime is, the latest whammy concerning the abolition of California’s own emission standards should reassure the pessimists.

The EPA now is stating that California cannot regulate what it has done for the last 30 years. The smog that envelops this state (the worst in the nation) will now have to accommodate itself to the needs of Detroit’s dying auto industry.

Harry Fuller wrote in today’s Huffington Post:

Meanwhile, the Congress and White House have given the waiting nation a new energy law.

After more than three decades of stagnant mileage requirements, they’re asking the auto industry to give us more efficient cars. By 2020 American cars and light trucks must average 30 MPG, right where China requires their cars to be now. And within 5 MPG of Japan and the European Union’s current target of 40 MPG. So that puts the U.S. only 12 to 20 years behind the other dominant economies. Our leaders think we stupid American drivers care more about our comfort than cutting air pollution or curtailing our addiction to Saudi oil. We need our big gas hogs to feel safe on the road. It couldn’t possibly be that American pols are carrupted by auto lobbyists.

Just to summarize: we are fighting a war against Islamic terrorism. We fund our enemies with the very oil that we purchase from them. We invaded an oil rich country, Iraq, to establish a “democracy” to protect this resource rich region from further conflict. We just funded another $60 billion in our continuing wars in Afghanistan and Iraq.

Burning oil contributes to greenhouse gases and global warming. Icebergs are melting while we drive SUV’s.

And we just decided that we are going to relax the mileage and smog standards here in the US.

More About the Oakie Estate in Northridge.



A response to a post in this blog about the plans for the development of a historic home in Northridge which sits amidst sprawl, one of the last of its kind in the San Fernando Valley:

Andrew,

I have read your article about the Oakie Estate in Northridge and thought I might enlighten you about the status of the property and the home.

My name is David Sonne and I am a trustee of the Jack Oakie and Victoria Horne Oakie Charitable Foundation Trust. I was a very close friend of Mrs. Oakie for nearly the last twenty years of her life.

Mrs. Oakie INSTRUCTED the USC Film School, now known as the School of Cinematic Arts, to sell the home and the property and use the funds to create a perpetual endowment to honor her Husband Jack Oakie.

Contrary to all of the articles I have endured, including the piece that appeared in the Los Angeles Times (Bob Pool), USC DID NOT
“wake up” one morning and decide to sell the property. They were INSTRUCTED to do so by the owner of the property.

I have met with the developers, concerned neighbors, etc., and have explained the nature of the sale to them. In addition, the developers are very well aware of the Cultural Historical Designation attached to the home and I am certain they will honor that designation.

There have been many suggestions made pertaining to the utilization of the home. From a community center to a Chinese cultural center and museum.

As with any such designated property, anybody has the right to file an injunction if the terms of the designation are not being adhered to. I have no doubt that the home will remain for a very, very long time.

Should you have any further concerns or questions please feel free to contact me via e-mail.

Thank you for your time….and as Jack Oakie always said…
IT’S ALL IN FUN!

David Sonne

Heat Wave.


By and large, I avoided the weekend holiday heat wave by going to the beach this past weekend. I spent Saturday at Venice Beach, or more accurately, the Washington Avenue part.

It was nice to get away from the infernal inferno of the Valley. I cannot remember such an intense period of severely hot weather.

On Saturday night, I was sitting in the air-conditioning, watching TV, when the power stopped at about 6:30pm. Suddenly, the house was a silent, dark oven. There were no lights, TV, internet. I couldn’t read, or do laundry, or cook dinner, or open the refrigerator. I went outside and discovered that my neighbor to the east had his lights, but only seven houses lost power. We were one of them. We left the house and had dinner out, but returned about 10pm and dragged the mattress to the living room and opened the sliding glass doors.

Unfortunately, this was the night my Hollywood location manager neighbor had a party with a live band and hundreds of guests. He had electricity and a backyard swimming pool. Trying to fall asleep, I was awakened not only by music and screaming, but barking dogs on nearby Gilmore, and ambulance and fire engine sirens speeding along Victory.

On Sunday morning, DWP showed up around 10am and the power was back on in three minutes.

On Sunday night, I was sitting in the air-conditioning, watching TV, when the power again stopped at about 6:15pm. A repeat of the night before. This time, I called DWP immediately, and they assured me it wouldn’t take 12 hours to restore power. So I drove, in desperation, to the cooler area called Pacific Palisades, and had dinner there.

On the trip back across the Sepulveda Pass, at 1o pm, the car’s dashboard thermometer climbed from 79 to 111 by the time I reached Victory. Once again, I pulled the mattress out of the bedroom and put it next to the open sliding doors. Once more, the helicopters circled, dogs barked, and the breeze was as still as a corpse.

DWP came back a second time on Monday morning around 11am, and in a more elaborate installation, took out the old transformer that probably should have been replaced the night before. Now the A/C came back, and the TV, and the internet, but once again I learned how fragile and luxurious the utilities of modern civilization are.

The Oakie Estate in Northridge.


For an example of what makes Los Angeles such a gruesome and greedy place, one needs to look no further than the plans to raze and destroy the 9-acre Oakie Estate in Northridge.

Jack Oakie was a comedian and actor from the 1930s and 40s who lived here in the NW Valley when the surroundings were filled with horse farms and orange groves. Lucille Ball and Desi Arnaz were his neighbors.

Oakie, who died in 1978, watched as Northridge descended into the grotesque, un-walkable and blindingly crude big-box sprawl that it is today. The farms were asphalted over, and the mammoth shopping centers, with their baking black asphalt in the 110 degree heat, this is what we have today.

So USC owns the house, which is also a historical monument, yet the University wants to sell it to a developer, who will pave over the green land and Paul Williams designed home. Proceeds from the sale will allegedly be used to finance the film school so its students can learn those skills needed to make the future “Transformers” or “I Now Pronounce You Chuck and Larry”. A piece of the Valley history, one that goes back to our agricultural and film industry roots, will be no more.

Is there not one government official with guts who can persuade the city of Los Angeles to buy this and turn it into a recreational and historic green space? This would be a most beautiful park, a respite from the commercial and material assault on the senses that Northridge normally is.

I can already see the vinyl windows, the Hummers pulling into the gates, the fat kids sitting in air-conditioning in front of their plasma screens, the absolute artificiality of what will be coming here…..

3.2 Quake: Al is Well in Van Nuys.


Last night, a 3.2 magnitude quake, centered one mile west of Granada HIlls, CA, hit at 10:59 PM PST

At 11: 11 PM, I received this urgent email from Al Pavangkanan:

“Since your blog is about Van Nuys, I’m wondering if you felt the one from about 11 minutes ago?

-Al”

Valley Village Scene.





Here is Chandler Boulevard in “Valley Village” a.k.a. North Hollywood. This is the bridge above the LA River just east of Coldwater Canyon. In a neighborhood of “exclusive” homes, many selling for at least $900,000. This is the same area where one sees many pedestrians. Loud protests a few years back greeted MTA plans to build a light rail here. “It would ruin the neighborhood…” Now the bus slowly meanders down the middle.

People who live in this area would never consider living in Van Nuys.