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Egyptian Theatre, Coos Bay OR (6 photos).

Considered by many to be the crown jewel of Coos Bay’s architectural legacy, the Egyptian Theatre dates back to 1925, at the height of the global Egyptian Revival architecture craze inspired by the discovery of King Tutankhamen’s tomb three years earlier.

Grauman’s Egyptian Theater in Los Angeles is probably the best known of these buildings, but the Egyptian Theatre of Coos Bay seats 700 people in a city whose population was under 5,000 at the time it was built, and didn’t top 10,000 for decades since.

Considering the rural character of Oregon’s coastline, this state of the art theater must have been the greatest architectural attraction within hundreds of miles for generations of coastal, and even inland, Oregonians.

The interior is lavishly gilded and decorated with hieroglyphics and stylized Egyptian art motifs that have not changed since 1925, lending the venue a spellbindingly retroactive feel. The original Wurlitzer organ (from the time of silent movies) still sits in the theatre and remains functional.

The theatre functioned continuously as a movie house until 2005, when increasing competition from nearby multiplexes finally led to its shuttering. Local preservationists worked to save the theatre from demolition or massive remodeling, and had the structure added to the National Register of Historical Places in 2010. In 2014, the Egyptian Theatre of Coos Bay reopened as a venue for special screenings and events.

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Marquee of Coos Bay’s Egyptian Theatre on Intersate 101, with yellow reader board advertising its Wurlitzer organ.
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Egyptian Theatre parking lot, with period appropriate signage.
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Egyptian Theatre marquee, looking north up I-101S.
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Lobby entry of Egyptian Theatre.
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Closeup of door handle.
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Even closer up.

Coos Bay, Oregon. May 2015 (15 photos).

In Coos Bay, Hwy. 101 becomes Broadway Ave.
In downtown Coos Bay, Hwy. 101 becomes Broadway Ave.
Wine & Wi-Fi.
Wine & Wi-Fi.
The landmark Tioga Hotel building.
The landmark Tioga Hotel building (with the Blue Heron in front).
Another view of the Tioga Hotel.
Backstage view of the Tioga Hotel.
Coos Bay, Hwy 101.
Sidewalk dining on hwy 101. Coos Bay.
Backstage at the Hall Bldg.
Backstage at the Hall Bldg.
19th Century-ish rooming house with a midcentury strip mall add on.
19th Centuryish rooming house with midcentury stripmall add on.

 

A time progression of interstate travel (rear to front): waterway, railway, highway.
A time lapse of interstate modes of travel: waterway, railway, highway.
Coos Bay. Other side of the tracks.
Coos Bay. Other side of the tracks.

train closeup coos baytrain tracks coos bay

waynes color centre

Riverport infrastructure.
Riverport infrastructure.
Moribund ice machines.
Moribund ice machines.
8 pm.
8 pm.

Casually Observing the Berkeley Protests

12/7/14

 

The evening started out with just another pretty sunset...
The evening started out with just another pretty sunset…

It was nearing 5pm. I was heading up to a Telegraph Ave. bistro that serves breakfast all day. I come here on weekends because it can be less crowded than the nearby Caffe Mediterraneum.

 

As I stepped inside, the door was shut behind me and I was told that, due to the impending protests, I would be the last customer of the day. “Lucky me,” I said, “I’d better get that order in and make it official. I’ll have a…” At that point I was informed that the grill was in fact already closed. The door was opened behind me and I was invited to come back real soon.

 

“Because of the protests,” they explained again. I didn’t blame them, but I was still hungry, so I went over and got my eggs at Caffe Mediterraneum.

 

The good old Med. Open on Christmas. Open on New Years. Always open so that those lonely paying customers in need of a meal can always get one. The Med is not gonna let a bunch of outside agitators intimidate them into closing down. No way. That goes against every fiber of this café’s being. The bricks and bats carrying wing of the anarchist protest movement doesn’t scare the Med, even though many of them are probably camped out on the sidewalk in front of the Med and using its bathroom like a festival porta potty.

 

The only thing I notice out of the ordinary at the Med is a handwritten sign on the cash register explaining that they’re cash-only today, as if the anarchists had somehow managed to overthrow their credit card server.

 

 

12/6/14

THE NIGHT BEFORE

 

I knew it had been game-on last night when, from the moment it got dark until I fell asleep well after midnight, I heard the constant drone of a circling chopper or two coming from the downtown/campus area of Berkeley.

 

I like the sound of circling choppers. It helps me sleep at night like the white noise of a thunderstorm or the shriek of a far off train whistle. This is the sound of my Los Angeles childhood, where you’d hear LAPD choppers circling at all hours.

 

The next morning I read about the damage caused by some of the protestors on an international news site. When I turned on CNN at the top of the hour, it was the lead story.

 

I dunno. I’m not feeling it. Vandalizing Berkeley over racial and police injustice seems like disrupting the Monterey Pop Festival to protest Bob Hope’s USO Vietnam tour. On the other hand, this week marks the 50th anniversary of the onset of the Free Speech Movement right here at UC Berkeley, when the Sixties began in earnest. Today, those events have been canonized. Maybe last night’s actions will leave a similar legacy.

 

I saw that they broke some windows at Trader Joe’s last night. I’m not sure if that’s because TJ’s is a symbol of the police-state industrial complex or because they wanted to liberate some frozen pizzas and liquor bottles, or because the floor-to-ceiling glass windows just said “break me. You know I want it.”

 

Meanwhile, back at Caffe Med, darkness has fallen outside and it will only get darker. I still have a couple of errands to run, so it would smart to get going now before the action picks up again.

 

My first stop will be the ATM. I have to get more cash since I spent the last of it on my omelet. I recall that in the student riots of the Sixties they used to go after the banks right after they torched the ROTC buildings. That was before there were ATMs, so I have to be ready for anything.

 

After my meal I walked a few blocks down Telegraph to the ATM, which brought me about a block away from campus. I could hear things starting up in Sproul Plaza, the epicenter of all protest movements of the Sixties and beyond.

 

After hitting the ATM I went by the store I intended to visit. The lights were on and the staff was inside peering out, but the security gate was shuttered. Most of the storefronts seemed to be shuttering up like that.

 

As I turned around to walk back up Telegraph away from campus, I heard two opposing symphonies playing out like Ives polyharmony. In one ear was the megaphoned political chanting coming from Sproul. In the other ear two people were getting into a random street fight that never quite came to blows. All I know is two angry males were facing off across the width of Telegraph Ave over something involving a parked car. One guy was calling another guy who looked to be about my age an “old mother-fer,” baiting him with homophobic remarks, and telling him to go home and watch Matlock reruns. The old guy stepped into the middle of Telegraph and said something to his tormentor, but the younger gentleman was apparently satisfied enough with his Matlock remark to leave it at that.

 

I don’t know what that fight was about, but confrontation was in the air and Telegraph Avenue seemed like the wrong place to be driving a car after dark on this particular night. On foot myself, I saw that traffic was being stopped at Bancroft Way, where Telegraph meets the campus, effectively turning Telegraph, already a one-way street in this area, into a dead end and creating instant gridlock. Panicky drivers started backing up, trying to extricate themselves from a dire situation before they got irrevocably boxed in like fish in a barrel.

 

Since my store was closed and it seemed like it was going to be an early night, I opted for Plan B, getting some Ben & Jerry’s and heading home. When I got to the corner store, I noticed that they had been hastily shuttered up, too. I kept going until I got to 7-11. They were open so I got my ice cream there. It seems counterintuitive that the protests close down the mom and pop corner stores, but the multinationals like 7-11 stay open and get all the business. I suppose that’s just one of the many ambiguities that special times like these bring on.

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Window Seat Pics OAK to LAX, Thanksgiving Day 2014 (12 Photos)

Taking off from Oakland on Thanksgiving day. Ships in the Bay.
Taking off from Oakland on Thanksgiving day. Ships in the Bay.
The Gateway to the Peninsula.
The Gateway Isthmus to the Peninsula.

There is a lot going on in this picture. In the foreground is San Bruno Mountain, which separates San Francisco from the rest of the Peninsula. The flat expanse just beyond contains the cities of South San Francisco, San Bruno, and Daly City, known as “Gateway to the Peninsula.”

What this picture reveals, however, is that this flat little expanse between San Francisco and the rest of the Peninsula beyond is actually an isthmus. What’s more, we are looking at two separate tectonic plates. Do you see that thin blue line of water coming in diagonally at the top-middle left hand side of the picture? That is the San Andreas Fault which divides the Pacific Plate from the North American Plate. It continues in a straight line right out to sea and then hits land again in Marin County, just north of San Francisco.

The thin blue line of water is actually two narrow lakes, formed when runoff collects in the narrow gorge between the two plates. The lake closest to us in the center of the picture is called San Andreas Lake. The fault was named after the lake and not the other way around.

Slightly different view of the Peninsula's narrow waist and the fault lakes.
Slightly different view of the Peninsula’s narrow waist and the fault lakes.

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The island city of Alameda, with Mt. Diablo in the background.
The island city of Alameda, with Mt. Diablo in the background.

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The approach to Los Angeles
The approach to Los Angeles.
UCLA. San Fernando Valley in background.
UCLA. San Fernando Valley in background.
As of Thanksgiving 2014, drought conditions still prevailed in L.A. It is very apparent from this altitude that people are refraining from watering their lawns and that the public green areas such as boulevard median strips are now public brown areas. Of course, in the days after taking this photo LA received its first big rainfall of the season.
As of Thanksgiving 2014, drought conditions still prevailed in L.A. It is very apparent from this altitude that people are refraining from watering their lawns and that the public green areas such as boulevard median strips have become public brown areas. Of course, in the days after this photo was taken LA received its first big rainfall of the season.
Iconic shot of Northeast L.A. featuring downtown (lower right), MacArthur Park (lower left), Chavez Ravine (right side, below wing), Echo Park (blue lake, middle of picture), and Silver Lake (upper center).
Iconic shot of Northeast L.A. featuring downtown (lower right), MacArthur Park (mid-left), Chavez Ravine (far right, below wing), Echo Park (small blue lake, middle of picture), and Silver Lake (upper center).

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L.A.’S TWO STREET GRIDS

Los Angeles began as a city that belonged to the king of Spain. Its street grid, based on a traditional Spanish plan, was a three mile square centered on the Los Angeles River, whose streets were at a 45 degree angle to the cardinal points.This city plan served Los Angeles for its first hundred years, even for its first several decades under U.S. dominion. By the 1880s, Anglo-Americans from the Midwest began arriving and settling in Los Angeles in droves, and they wanted a city laid out with the standard U.S. grid aligned to the cardinal points, N,S,E,W. In the two photos below, you can see this dividing line where the original Spanish city ends and the American city begins, and the two street grids collide.

L.A.'s two street grids.
L.A.’s two street grids meet at sharp angles.
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A wider view of the two street grids.
hollywood park
Hollywood Park, condemned and awaiting demolition.
Holiday traffic on the 405
Holiday traffic on the 405