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I trained as a journalist, then as an urban planner, then I worked as a writer and editor then as a planner. I learned to teach yoga, make quilts, do Photoshop, design websites and use MailChimp.

Wednesday, January 6, 2016

A big article appears today in the Union about the use of second units or “granny flats” as a means to decrease the low cost housing shortage and increase incomes.
Also I notice that the Oceanside Planning Commission has a discussion of this issue on its work plan for the coming year. 
A couple of thoughts here:
--It sounds like a fine idea in many ways.  But there are a couple of things ot think about early on.  Many of the older, more dense neighborhoods where it is likely to be requested and where it is already happening informally  would have parking issues.   And in many of those neighborhoods there are already parking issues, plus fairly narrow streets.
That being said, many of these neighborhoods are close to public transit.   But it is not possible to really tie the tenant to not having a car.
--Where it would seem to be a better idea would be in the post 60’s subdivisions where the lots are at least  6,000  square feet feet and there are already fairly large setbacks  and driveways in addition to their being a two car garage.  The streets are also quite wide with plenty of room for parking on both sides.  
 I live in such an area, but my lot would not be deep enough.  Some parcels here would be large enough including some nice sloped areas and some homes with second stories already  which with some tweaking of the floor plans to add kitchens, and stair cases re-arranged could be converted to extra units.  With the proliferation of very large homes  during the last 20 years or so, plus the demand by aging baby boomers for both housing and income, it might work with some careful thought.
But this type of neighborhood is the one most likely to feel threatened.  One thing to look at for some areas would be making and enforcing “senior citizen rules.”

An interesting discussion and study lies ahead.

Friday, June 12, 2015

Old time Oceanside folks just call it “The Bandshell.” 
 Improvements are proposed and everyone can have an input.
  It’s the Junior Seau Amphitheater  on the beach  just south of the pier. The City of Oceanside is proposing several alternatives   for the bath house,  the 80-year old sewer  lift station that is adjacent and  maybe a new building either one or two stories.
Better rest rooms,  improved beach access and screening for the trash cans are under consideration.
The City is conducting a “survey monkey” on line survey to help narrow down the possibilities.  If you didn’t get one you can easily find it on the City’s website.
There  is some talk about a major effort to quash making any changes.  Sure the locals love the funky traditions.  But at a minimum in my opinion better stairs, easier disable access and  nice restrooms would be a minimum.  Funkiness aside.
And  we  need some folks to get busy and put together some more of those great summer concert series. 

Seriously folks, a lot of our visitors feel attached to this place.  The own time shares or they rent the same place to come every year.  The love this place and they feel attached to all of the good stuff that is starting to happen here.  Bring them on and make it better for them.

In N Out That's what its all about!

In N Out  made the big time news in San Diego – it’s  opening  in Oceanside!!!  Right next to that “welcome arch”  (hopefully somewhat hidden behind it.)
A “chain “   place  in the downtown?  We are really reaching the big time.  Could Starbucks be next?
Believe me, I love the Pier View Coffee Pub.    Funkiness and locals at 6  a.m.  Excellent house brew!!
But a Starbucks west of I-5 would be a real accomplishment!
Some background:   All during the 80’s and 90’s we would here from market researchers.  Oh no.  A drive through will never work West of the Freeway.  “When we look at markets we see the ocean as a barrier, the railroad as a barrier and even bigger, the Freeway as a barrier.  No one will come over there.   We need spots east of I-5.
How stupid that seems now in 2015.
That’swhy there are only a few big chain  drive throughs  (like McDonalds’s)  on the west side, and why we were THRILLED   to get the one on Mission and Horne in the late 80’s.    It was some kind a fish place when it first opened.
So people looking for their fast food  fix had to go east on Mission where there is a row of them, and where these days, its not nearly as attractive as downtown.  (Downtown when I started there:  I did a parking study then.  Someone actually tried to recruit me for who knows what.  (But I was  dodging prostitutes and smelling the roaches and trying to overcome my fear of x-rated book stores )

So now a bigf time marketer is looking at the gateway to Oceanside for an In N Out.  I hope its not too garish!!!  The one on 76 is somewhat tasteful.  But imagine seeing that arrow coming down I-5.  I guess I do have mixed feelings!!

Monday, April 9, 2012

Safety behind gates

You are not safe behind that gate.  
Trayvon Martin certainly wasn’t safe in that “gated community.”  The guy with gun wasn’t safe from ruining his life because was acting out his big protector fantasy. 
  Why are you living behind a gate anyway?  Why are you out there walking around feeling responsible for protecting the people behind that gate?  I am a mature human being, a long-time urban planner I have learned something important (more from being a mature human being) which is that the greatest dangers we face in our lives come from inside the locked gates, the locked front doors, the closed bedrooms and our own souls which get obsessed with danger and staying hidden.
Here I am afraid of what I have experienced in myself.  If I have all of this stuff in me it must more dangerous when its from “them” out there.  So I buy a house or rent a unit in a    ”gated community”.  Project all that danger on the outside world and find a gate to hide behind.  And maybe even somehow I feel safer and even a little looked-after when I see this pleasant guy “patrolling” –watching out.   A little intense maybe.  But he is only trying to help. With his gun.
 This is the point:  The danger was not out there; it was in here. Behind this gate.
Now I don’t want to knock personal security or even the Real Neighborhood Watch program.  We look out for each other.  We notice if someone new is parking on our street and scoping us out.  We watch and ask a few questions and if it doesn’t prove  that the neighbors kid has a new boy friend or something we call the cops .  (I once called because a couple of strange guys were sitting in a parked car on my suburban street.  I think they WERE the cops.)  If kids obviously on drugs knock on my door to scope things out,  I call the cops.  I believe in big dogs.  Sweet ones, but big. Young women might want to get pepper spray if they are gong to walk alone at night.
But “gated communities” are isolated and fearful, not safe. We are back in here because “they” might cruise through “our” community.  We don’t want those folks over there a couple of blocks living in that apartment building to be able to come in here.   If only there were a big gate there. We would be “safe.” 


Wednesday, April 4, 2012

It’s still dark out!

Yes at 5 in the morning it is.    One of the advantages of what I call my “suburban within urban” location is that some place to buy what you need is open really early in the morning or even 24 hours a day.
After the 40 minutes or so on the Lifecycle at the Y (which opens at 5 and where I get my heart rate up and my sweat opening my pores or doing whatever sweat does) I can go shopping.    At the 24 hour Walmart.
 I admit it.  I am one of those snooty planner types.  I used to disparage Walmart.  Cheap stuff.  Big Box Bad. It will kill (what?) downtown? ---all of that. 
But these days as a time-and-dog-home-“significant-other”-bound senior citizen on a pension  (one of those issued “before”), I have come to appreciate Walmart.  It’s open before the sun is up—heck its always open.  There are parking spaces.  The guys and gals working there at 6 a.m. are friendly-at-dawn people.   They chat and tease each other and smile at me and offer help and  “good morning.”  
And the selection of groceries these days is really pretty good! 

Try the Great Value ground coffee! – this is coming from a grind-it-yourself woman.
Check out the price of bananas.  Are they really different from the bananas at  “Earth Grown (where else?)” or whatever they call Boney’s these days?
I check labels.  Wherever I go.  (Minimize the high fructose corn syrup.) Save some things for the Farmer’s Market.  Try to park at Trader Joe’s once a week or so.) But I don’t turn up my nose or refuse to mingle with the ordinary folks looking for deals any more. 
Besides that, I can get the other stuff I need without making extra trips.  Mouthwash.  Rug shampoo.  New sweatpants for the Y. (From the men’s department because I like pockets and the $6 price.) The sales tax for those goes to my local government.
I am home by 6:45 or 7.  The sun is just up.  I’ve sweated.  I’ve shopped. The Great Value Coffee is hot.  The dog and the “significant other” are still sound asleep and don’t even know they are being ignored.  And the rest of the day is ahead.

Monday, April 2, 2012

Every few weeks or so I drive from one end to the other of the giant “megalopolis” of Los Angeles/Orange County that is north of here.  I am defining it as the solid urban sprawl and grid that starts at the north end of Camp Pendleton and ends where the I-5 separates from the 14 north of L.A.  One could extend that another 15 miles or so along 14 until you reach the northern end of Santa Clarita and it finally becomes real country again up the mountain into Palmdale. It is from 80 to 95 miles solid depending on how you count it.
Last time I did it the other day I came back around the other way.   I skirted the back of the mountains on 138 and came out on 15 and headed back through San Bernardino and Riverside Counties.  That trip is solid grid and sprawl from the time the 138 hits the 15 until a little bit of open around rainbow and into Bonsall.  Then back to Oceanside.  Probably about 90 miles of solid stuff that way too.
(The trip is to see family in Palmdale.  There’s Diana Hezel, my daughter, her daughters, Desiree Weidner and Danielle Bridgeford.  Jack, my grandson.  Des’s husband Dale, Danielle’s husband, Michael.   No great grandchildren yet, keep your fingers crossed. )
So it’s a giant megalopolis.  Built from a combination of historical events and financing mechanisms; not much planning visible except that imposed by the Interstate system with its ever-expanding rivers of cars. Regional planning seems good at that, but our reliance and tradition of  “home rule” and the need for sales tax for municipalities seems to have overcome any other considerations.  Having studied and been involved in the field since 1976 I am more and more convinced that you get what someone can borrow money for and what will give your local city council some bucks. 
Back to the experience.  The trip is almost exactly the same in mileage either way.  But it is most amazing!  Millions of people, thousands of cars, homes, shopping centers, industrial developments, airports, solid cities from end to end, here to there and not much keeping us safe here in comparatively pristine North County.
I can’t help but think about how it all happened.  Nothing was really contemplated even up to 20 years ago.  Planning?  What difference does it make?  We need the money.  Keep it from the neighbors.  The market research people say it will do well there.  (Whatever it is.) 
Coming back the “inland route” I got off the 15 in Rancho Cucamonga because I thought my tires were making a funny noise.  At the foot of the beautiful mountain range, there is a sandy desert with strange, isolated islands of “master planned” housing with the homes crammed together with tiny green lawns and advertising flags.  Where do those people go?  Why are they there?  What does master planned mean in this context?  Is Cucamonga any nicer because it is new?   There are some areas like Norco that have tried to keep a quaint old downtown.  And then there is huge big box shopping center after huge big box shopping center all with Best Buy, Kohls etc. that make our local projects look tiny and intimate by comparison.  
(The funny noise ironically was from the freeway surface being worn down by all those trucks.)  It’s a huge freeway.  Maybe even six or eight or even ten lanes out there, streaming down from the mountain not unlike the way the old floods would stream out of the canyons.  A perfect example of why more lanes and more wideness bring more people and more houses and congestion on a bigger scale.
These shopping centers no longer have any gaps between them from 15 coming down from the mountain to Corona to Elsinore to Temecula – 60 miles (?).  Then there is a brief area of mountains and I was back in San Diego County again.
It was different, less  “mature” maybe, but no less congested, than what I call the “straight up the slot” route, I-5 to the 14, right through the middle of everything that is Los Angeles.  That way is visually older once you get past Red Hill.   (Starbucks.)  It gets really congested then, and unless you go at 4:30 a.m. or on Saturday it will be a traffic mess.  I got off at Lakewood Blvd (my second choice of Starbucks on the trip) and when I got back on I realized that that entire portion of Orange County is within a short distance of downtown L.A. – 10 miles or less.   You can see the tall buildings on the skyline. Then you skirt by the old Sears Building, the General Hospital, Main Street, Korea Town and into Eagle Rock and Glendale.  Then through Burbank and into the Valley.
The freeway is too narrow, the off ramps were designed a long time ago, the bridges are deteriorating, but there is a certain gritty charm and feeling of closeness and intimacy with the city.   I tried to define it to myself.  Why is it easier to take than all those huge wide freeways and islands of big box developments?  Is it familiarity?  I literally learned to drive on the I-5 when it was fairly new and a thrill! I visited wholesale electrical parts houses with my gramps in downtown L.A.
I think for me it is the scale somehow.  I can jump off the freeway and be in a real neighborhood.  Boyle Heights for example, or Sylmar.  Or visit one of “my colleges” Cal State or L.A. Valley.  I can find a good place to eat in Burbank or San Fernando.   The ramps aren’t all that intimidating. 
What is the point of this ramble?  I guess that we are all in this together.  That money and sales tax and banks influence our urban fabric.  And freeways and traffic engineers.  And that someday maybe we will reach the edge of the desert and  not be able to go up the mountain that much.  And maybe change all of those big boxes into apartment complexes.
(And that you can’t take a planner anywhere without some philosophical detour!)

Tuesday, February 28, 2012

So I love my car

Trains seem like such a good idea to planners. I took the Coaster when I was studying Dreamweaver at Palomar College a few years ago. That was to avoid the daily parking trauma at the campus.

But as for day to day life I am a terrible conserver of resources. As a "senior citizen" (I call myself a product of the 50's) I see my car as "freedom." I go to the Y everyday and ride the lifecycle and am back within an hour. I couldn't do that on the bus or train. I drive to the store , the library, downtown. I visit my family members in La Canada and the Antelope Valley. I love road trips. I know it's expensive -- I just bought a new one (2012 Honda Civic, "very sporty")-- but I am a true California Girl and will keep it until I can't drive anymore!