Stockton, you do not disappoint

Stockton, Surf N Pixels, Words+Pixels

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There is seemingly no end to the bad news coming out of Stockton: the Central Valley’s beleaguered port city recently rated as 3rd least literate in an annual study of the nation’s worst read, surpassed only by Corpus Christi and Bakersfield on the low-end of the scale.

Stockton, extremely hard hit by the housing downturn, keeps getting singled out for its shortcomings, ranked as most miserable one year city in a survey there, and a highest foreclosure rate in a study there. It made headlines when it filed for bankruptcy this summer, becoming the biggest city to do so.

The last two years, the city has trailed only Oakland in violent crime for the state.

The more I get to know Stockton, the more depressing the portrait becomes. Brace yourself for 24/7WallStreet.com’s description of the city’s literacy rankings in Central Connecticut State U’s survey, each sentence more dispiriting than the last:

The city of Stockton ranked among the bottom in nearly all categories of literacy. For instance, it ranked among the worst in the circulation of publications and journals. Further, in 2011, only about three in four residents at least 25 years old had a high school education, and just over 17% had a college degree — both measures among the lowest of all large U.S. cities. This is apparent in the income of Stockton’s residents: more than one in four lived below the poverty line in 2011, compared to just under 16% in the country as a whole.

It has gotten so that whenever I see a story about best and worst cities, I check to see whether Stockton earned further ignominy. Yesterday, I came across this clickable story and hit pay dirt. Again.

But it could be worse. Not that long ago, a quick Google search reveals, Stockton was dead last on the survey.

While the East Coast was digging out from Nemo…

Beach Life, Photography, Surf N Pixels, Words+Pixels

On Saturday morning, while the East Coast was still reeling from the blizzard, we took a walk to the beach. It was a bit chilly, but the waves were inviting.

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Surfers dotted the water near the pier

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Biding their time

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Wetsuits glinting in the sun

surf-trio-feb9And jockeying for position as a wave approached

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Patience rewarded!catching-wave-feb9As new arrivals gathered on the sand.

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Don’t Be That Guy: Who Concert

music, Words+Pixels, Writing

roger-quadropheniaThis week, I was fortunate enough to see the Who perform “Quadrophenia” at the Staples Center. I fell in love with the album in high school, when my friend Leslie and I saw the movie inspired by it with her older sister.

But I hadn’t listened to the album in decades, and wasn’t sure how it would hold up. Especially with Pete and Roger approaching 70.

That wasn’t a problem: They were really good, hitting most of the notes and rocking harder than I ever could hope to at that age. I thrilled to the music just like I did all those years ago.

One irritation: the guy two rows ahead of us kept standing when everyone else around him was seated. Trust me, you don’t want to be that guy.

thatguyHe sat down for a while, and then, just as the rock opera was reaching its emotional crescendo with “Love, Reign O’er Me,” popped up again. He finally parked it after a lady within reach asked him to do so. And we once again got a clear shot of the stage and the woman exuberantly signing for the hearing impaired in front of him.

As a short woman, I dread getting stuck behind the vertically endowed. I beg you: Do not be that guy.

Here are some unobstructed views of Roger strutting the stage while he belts out the album’s signature song: this video and this one.