Bill Bauer’s recent columns bring to mind the late Sen. Daniel Patrick Moynihan’s observation that we are all entitled to our own opinions but not our own facts.
Forest management can lead to cleaner air, safer communities and lower firefighting costs, yet its greatest value may lie in addressing climate change and what it keeps hidden underground.
After more than six years of workshop after workshop, documents large enough to use as a booster seat and numerous Planning Commission and City Council hearings, our elected officials are poised to adopt a final Land Use and Circulation Element (LUCE), the planning document that will guide growth in
In light of the terrible disaster in the Gulf of Mexico and the wars this country wages for oil, the U.S. must change its ways if we are to survive financially and environmentally.
In the wake of the Gulf oil spill, it seems like every day brings new word of some calamitous failing at the Minerals Management Service, the federal agency charged with regulating offshore oil drilling.
This past Memorial Day weekend, the Santa Monica community lost a long-time friend, colleague and educator. Norm Lacy, athletic director at Santa Monica High School, passed away from a heart attack while on vacation with his family.
California is spinning backwards into quite a perilous place the more it cuts education spending, digging itself into a rut that will have a devastating impact on its economy for many years to come.
Q: I was out walking the other day and a man walked up to me and asked me for directions. He asked for money to catch the bus because he locked his keys and wallet in his car.
Locking my bike to the steel chair on the Third Street Promenade just outside Old Navy (and intent on walking inside for the usual spending spree) I was halted by a city enforcer.
It was 1998. The sport utility vehicle was king. That was the year I helped to start a company that would rent electric, hybrid, and natural gas cars to the public.
Bicycle riders in Santa Monica face the wrath of petulant, self-righteous automobile drivers everyday. I’ve received obscene gestures, been cut off, honked at, screamed at, and lectured to by passing drivers — all because they feel that I somehow intrude into their space.
Last Sunday, the Los Angeles Marathon came to Santa Monica. Sunday was the day the cars came as well, and ate Downtown dead. Santa Monica was jammed solid (Saturday, too).
