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"content": "\u003cp>\u003cem>This week, as we near the end of 2022, the writers and editors of KQED Arts & Culture are reflecting on \u003ca href=\"https://www.kqed.org/arts/tag/one-beautiful-thing\">One Beautiful Thing\u003c/a> from the year. Here, in a year of endless freeway commutes and big-city gridlock, correspondent Pendarvis Harshaw honors the spiritual regeneration of a well-timed sunset.\u003c/em>\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 4.6875em;float: left;line-height: 0.733em;padding: 0.05em 0.1em 0 0;font-family: times, serif, georgia\">S\u003c/span>omeone asks you the best place to watch a sunset in Northern California, what do you say?\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>Driving down I-80 after leaving Tahoe? Sitting on a beach in Monterey? Pulled over somewhere on Hwy. 1, watching that big burning ball in the sky skinny dip into the Pacific?\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>\u003cimg loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"https://ww2.kqed.org/arts/wp-content/uploads/sites/2/2018/05/OGPenn.Cap_-160x184.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"160\" height=\"184\" class=\"alignright size-thumbnail wp-image-13833985\" srcset=\"https://cdn.kqed.org/wp-content/uploads/sites/2/2018/05/OGPenn.Cap_-160x184.jpg 160w, https://cdn.kqed.org/wp-content/uploads/sites/2/2018/05/OGPenn.Cap_.jpg 180w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 160px) 100vw, 160px\">This year alone, I’ve seen the sunset from the fishing pier in Benicia, and Lone Tree Point in Rodeo. Have you ever been to San Jose’s Alviso Marina? With its wetlands, wide array of birds and murky waves, it’s like another world during the evening hours.\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>One of my personal top five favorite spots is the east side of Lake Merritt; I love watching the pelicans dive into the water as the sun dips behind the Alameda County Courthouse. And quiet as it’s kept, another personal favorite is the McDonalds parking lot on the hillside of Vallejo’s Magazine Street.\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>[ad fullwidth]\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>This place we call home has so many large bodies of water, changes in elevation, amazing displays of architecture, and evenings of pleasant weather that you really can’t go wrong when it comes to a Northern California sunset. You could literally pull over at the intersection of Road 104 and Road 35 in Davis, among the cows, and fall in love with the colors of the sky.\u003c/p>\n\u003cfigure id=\"attachment_13922295\" class=\"wp-caption aligncenter\" style=\"max-width: 800px\">\u003cimg loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"https://ww2.kqed.org/app/uploads/sites/2/2022/12/Davis.Sunset-800x587.jpg\" alt=\"The sun disappears behind the plains of Central California, the sky a burnt amber and blue\" width=\"800\" height=\"587\" class=\"size-medium wp-image-13922295\" srcset=\"https://cdn.kqed.org/wp-content/uploads/sites/2/2022/12/Davis.Sunset-800x587.jpg 800w, https://cdn.kqed.org/wp-content/uploads/sites/2/2022/12/Davis.Sunset-1020x748.jpg 1020w, https://cdn.kqed.org/wp-content/uploads/sites/2/2022/12/Davis.Sunset-160x117.jpg 160w, https://cdn.kqed.org/wp-content/uploads/sites/2/2022/12/Davis.Sunset-768x563.jpg 768w, https://cdn.kqed.org/wp-content/uploads/sites/2/2022/12/Davis.Sunset-1536x1127.jpg 1536w, https://cdn.kqed.org/wp-content/uploads/sites/2/2022/12/Davis.Sunset.jpg 1885w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 800px) 100vw, 800px\">\u003cfigcaption class=\"wp-caption-text\">The view after pulling over at Road 104 and Road 35 in Davis, among the cows. \u003ccite>(Pendarvis Harshaw/KQED)\u003c/cite>\u003c/figcaption>\u003c/figure>\n\u003cp>\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 4.6875em;float: left;line-height: 0.733em;padding: 0.05em 0.1em 0 0;font-family: times, serif, georgia\">T\u003c/span>he most memorable sunset of my year, though, involves an unfortunate carjacking on the Bay Bridge, a much-needed conversation about the under-recognized legacy of San Francisco gangsta rap, and getting blasted by sand on Ocean Beach.\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>The story starts in a boutique hip-hop clothing shop in San Francisco’s Lakeview neighborhood. Varsity jackets and colorful hoodies line one wall, while the other bears a mural painted by \u003ca href=\"https://www.kqed.org/arts/13916721/sucka-free-history-with-dregs-one\">Dregs One\u003c/a>. It’s a collage of Bay Area rappers who’ve transitioned to ancestor-hood. I’m in the middle of the store chopping it up with the shop owner, \u003ca href=\"https://www.instagram.com/cellski415/?hl=en\">Cellski\u003c/a>, a San Francisco rap icon whose career spans four decades.\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>He’s telling me about the history of rappers and dope dealers in the City. That leads to a conversation about Chemical Baby, Cellski’s clothing line, a name inspired by the toxic dirt and water found in his community, as well as the drugs.\u003c/p>\n\u003cfigure id=\"attachment_13922284\" class=\"wp-caption aligncenter\" style=\"max-width: 640px\">\u003cimg loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"https://ww2.kqed.org/app/uploads/sites/2/2022/12/IMG_8555-1020x1360.jpg\" alt=\"San Francisco hip-hop legend Cellski, at his boutique clothing store in Lakeview.\" width=\"640\" height=\"853\" class=\"size-large wp-image-13922284\" srcset=\"https://cdn.kqed.org/wp-content/uploads/sites/2/2022/12/IMG_8555-1020x1360.jpg 1020w, https://cdn.kqed.org/wp-content/uploads/sites/2/2022/12/IMG_8555-800x1067.jpg 800w, https://cdn.kqed.org/wp-content/uploads/sites/2/2022/12/IMG_8555-160x213.jpg 160w, https://cdn.kqed.org/wp-content/uploads/sites/2/2022/12/IMG_8555-768x1024.jpg 768w, https://cdn.kqed.org/wp-content/uploads/sites/2/2022/12/IMG_8555-1152x1536.jpg 1152w, https://cdn.kqed.org/wp-content/uploads/sites/2/2022/12/IMG_8555-1536x2048.jpg 1536w, https://cdn.kqed.org/wp-content/uploads/sites/2/2022/12/IMG_8555-scaled.jpg 1920w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 640px) 100vw, 640px\">\u003cfigcaption class=\"wp-caption-text\">San Francisco hip-hop legend Cellski at his boutique clothing store in Lakeview. \u003ccite>(Pendarvis Harshaw/KQED)\u003c/cite>\u003c/figcaption>\u003c/figure>\n\u003cp>We talk about some of his upcoming plans, and then I shake his hand and head toward the door, ready to drive back to Sacramento. He warns me about traffic. On top of the usual 5 p.m. gridlock, apparently there’d been\u003ca href=\"https://www.kron4.com/news/bay-area/chp-looks-for-armed-carjacking-suspect-on-bay-bridge/\"> a carjacking on the Bay Bridge\u003c/a> earlier that day, and The City was a shitshow.\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>So I decide to kill time by grabbing a slice from Northgate Pizza and hitting Ocean Beach. That’s where I messed up. The wind and sand combined to drop a diss track that my car still hasn’t recovered from. The song goes: “Sand in my beard and in my Thermos / Sand all over my clothes and my epidermis.”\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>Beach trip truncated and traffic still a mess, I decide on an alternate route: across the Golden Gate Bridge, up 101 and over Hwy. 37 from Novato to Vallejo. From there, I figure, I can catch 80 and bypass the gridlock as I head back to Sac — and I get more than I bargained for.\u003c/p>\n\u003cfigure id=\"attachment_13922300\" class=\"wp-caption aligncenter\" style=\"max-width: 800px\">\u003cimg loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"https://ww2.kqed.org/app/uploads/sites/2/2022/12/LakeMerrit.Sunset.1-800x590.jpg\" alt=\"The sun sets behind the skyline of Oakland's downtown with Lake Merritt in the foreground\" width=\"800\" height=\"590\" class=\"size-medium wp-image-13922300\" srcset=\"https://cdn.kqed.org/wp-content/uploads/sites/2/2022/12/LakeMerrit.Sunset.1-800x590.jpg 800w, https://cdn.kqed.org/wp-content/uploads/sites/2/2022/12/LakeMerrit.Sunset.1-1020x752.jpg 1020w, https://cdn.kqed.org/wp-content/uploads/sites/2/2022/12/LakeMerrit.Sunset.1-160x118.jpg 160w, https://cdn.kqed.org/wp-content/uploads/sites/2/2022/12/LakeMerrit.Sunset.1-768x566.jpg 768w, https://cdn.kqed.org/wp-content/uploads/sites/2/2022/12/LakeMerrit.Sunset.1-1536x1133.jpg 1536w, https://cdn.kqed.org/wp-content/uploads/sites/2/2022/12/LakeMerrit.Sunset.1-2048x1510.jpg 2048w, https://cdn.kqed.org/wp-content/uploads/sites/2/2022/12/LakeMerrit.Sunset.1-1920x1416.jpg 1920w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 800px) 100vw, 800px\">\u003cfigcaption class=\"wp-caption-text\">Lake Merritt, Oakland’s jewel. \u003ccite>(Pendarvis Harshaw/KQED)\u003c/cite>\u003c/figcaption>\u003c/figure>\n\u003cp>\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 4.6875em;float: left;line-height: 0.733em;padding: 0.05em 0.1em 0 0;font-family: times, serif, georgia\">T\u003c/span>he afternoon conversation with the Lakeview lyricist inspired my evening playlist. I slap a couple tracks from Cellski, then 11/5, Cougnut, and an RBL Posse track or two. With early- to mid-’90s Frisco gangsta rap blasting through the speakers of my midsize hybrid, I hit Hwy. 37 right at golden hour.\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>Driving east, the sunset in my rearview, I watch as the spring sky turns beaming, brilliant shades of Baskin-Robbins Rainbow Sherbet and Starburst Passion Fruit purple.\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>California State Route 37 is low-lying, two-lane highway that runs along the northern edge of San Pablo Bay. It’s surrounded by marshy wetlands and a series of sloughs, as well as the Napa River. The water ripples up right next to the road. The cautious mind wonders \u003ca href=\"https://www.pressdemocrat.com/article/news/highway-37-could-be-under-water-decades-from-now-heres-caltrans-solution/\">how long this infrastructure will hold against rising tides\u003c/a>. The imaginative mind feels like it’s riding atop the waves of the Bay.\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>But the present mind enjoys the classic SF gangsta rap reverberating through the stock sound system as the sun sets in my rearview mirror. \u003cem>There’s a bluebird on my shoulder, should I kill it?\u003c/em>\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>With all the photos I’ve taken of sunsets this year, that’s the one I didn’t take. Probably safer to take a pass on getting a pixelated image of a gigantic star burning 91 million miles away, while driving 70 miles per hour on a giant rotating rock. (It would’ve been really, really pretty tho.)\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>Reflecting on this year and all the sunsets I’ve seen, so many of them were background visuals for my lengthy commute. Every once in a while, I’d get to a specific spot, face toward the west, and watch nature’s daily magic happen.\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>And yet my most memorable sunset of the year, I watched as I drove in the opposite direction. How lucky are we? 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You could literally pull over at the intersection of Road 104 and Road 35 in Davis, among the cows, and fall in love with the colors of the sky.\u003c/p>\n\u003cfigure id=\"attachment_13922295\" class=\"wp-caption aligncenter\" style=\"max-width: 800px\">\u003cimg loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"https://ww2.kqed.org/app/uploads/sites/2/2022/12/Davis.Sunset-800x587.jpg\" alt=\"The sun disappears behind the plains of Central California, the sky a burnt amber and blue\" width=\"800\" height=\"587\" class=\"size-medium wp-image-13922295\" srcset=\"https://cdn.kqed.org/wp-content/uploads/sites/2/2022/12/Davis.Sunset-800x587.jpg 800w, https://cdn.kqed.org/wp-content/uploads/sites/2/2022/12/Davis.Sunset-1020x748.jpg 1020w, https://cdn.kqed.org/wp-content/uploads/sites/2/2022/12/Davis.Sunset-160x117.jpg 160w, https://cdn.kqed.org/wp-content/uploads/sites/2/2022/12/Davis.Sunset-768x563.jpg 768w, https://cdn.kqed.org/wp-content/uploads/sites/2/2022/12/Davis.Sunset-1536x1127.jpg 1536w, https://cdn.kqed.org/wp-content/uploads/sites/2/2022/12/Davis.Sunset.jpg 1885w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 800px) 100vw, 800px\">\u003cfigcaption class=\"wp-caption-text\">The view after pulling over at Road 104 and Road 35 in Davis, among the cows. \u003ccite>(Pendarvis Harshaw/KQED)\u003c/cite>\u003c/figcaption>\u003c/figure>\n\u003cp>\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 4.6875em;float: left;line-height: 0.733em;padding: 0.05em 0.1em 0 0;font-family: times, serif, georgia\">T\u003c/span>he most memorable sunset of my year, though, involves an unfortunate carjacking on the Bay Bridge, a much-needed conversation about the under-recognized legacy of San Francisco gangsta rap, and getting blasted by sand on Ocean Beach.\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>The story starts in a boutique hip-hop clothing shop in San Francisco’s Lakeview neighborhood. Varsity jackets and colorful hoodies line one wall, while the other bears a mural painted by \u003ca href=\"https://www.kqed.org/arts/13916721/sucka-free-history-with-dregs-one\">Dregs One\u003c/a>. It’s a collage of Bay Area rappers who’ve transitioned to ancestor-hood. I’m in the middle of the store chopping it up with the shop owner, \u003ca href=\"https://www.instagram.com/cellski415/?hl=en\">Cellski\u003c/a>, a San Francisco rap icon whose career spans four decades.\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>He’s telling me about the history of rappers and dope dealers in the City. That leads to a conversation about Chemical Baby, Cellski’s clothing line, a name inspired by the toxic dirt and water found in his community, as well as the drugs.\u003c/p>\n\u003cfigure id=\"attachment_13922284\" class=\"wp-caption aligncenter\" style=\"max-width: 640px\">\u003cimg loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"https://ww2.kqed.org/app/uploads/sites/2/2022/12/IMG_8555-1020x1360.jpg\" alt=\"San Francisco hip-hop legend Cellski, at his boutique clothing store in Lakeview.\" width=\"640\" height=\"853\" class=\"size-large wp-image-13922284\" srcset=\"https://cdn.kqed.org/wp-content/uploads/sites/2/2022/12/IMG_8555-1020x1360.jpg 1020w, https://cdn.kqed.org/wp-content/uploads/sites/2/2022/12/IMG_8555-800x1067.jpg 800w, https://cdn.kqed.org/wp-content/uploads/sites/2/2022/12/IMG_8555-160x213.jpg 160w, https://cdn.kqed.org/wp-content/uploads/sites/2/2022/12/IMG_8555-768x1024.jpg 768w, https://cdn.kqed.org/wp-content/uploads/sites/2/2022/12/IMG_8555-1152x1536.jpg 1152w, https://cdn.kqed.org/wp-content/uploads/sites/2/2022/12/IMG_8555-1536x2048.jpg 1536w, https://cdn.kqed.org/wp-content/uploads/sites/2/2022/12/IMG_8555-scaled.jpg 1920w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 640px) 100vw, 640px\">\u003cfigcaption class=\"wp-caption-text\">San Francisco hip-hop legend Cellski at his boutique clothing store in Lakeview. \u003ccite>(Pendarvis Harshaw/KQED)\u003c/cite>\u003c/figcaption>\u003c/figure>\n\u003cp>We talk about some of his upcoming plans, and then I shake his hand and head toward the door, ready to drive back to Sacramento. He warns me about traffic. On top of the usual 5 p.m. gridlock, apparently there’d been\u003ca href=\"https://www.kron4.com/news/bay-area/chp-looks-for-armed-carjacking-suspect-on-bay-bridge/\"> a carjacking on the Bay Bridge\u003c/a> earlier that day, and The City was a shitshow.\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>So I decide to kill time by grabbing a slice from Northgate Pizza and hitting Ocean Beach. That’s where I messed up. The wind and sand combined to drop a diss track that my car still hasn’t recovered from. The song goes: “Sand in my beard and in my Thermos / Sand all over my clothes and my epidermis.”\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>Beach trip truncated and traffic still a mess, I decide on an alternate route: across the Golden Gate Bridge, up 101 and over Hwy. 37 from Novato to Vallejo. From there, I figure, I can catch 80 and bypass the gridlock as I head back to Sac — and I get more than I bargained for.\u003c/p>\n\u003cfigure id=\"attachment_13922300\" class=\"wp-caption aligncenter\" style=\"max-width: 800px\">\u003cimg loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"https://ww2.kqed.org/app/uploads/sites/2/2022/12/LakeMerrit.Sunset.1-800x590.jpg\" alt=\"The sun sets behind the skyline of Oakland's downtown with Lake Merritt in the foreground\" width=\"800\" height=\"590\" class=\"size-medium wp-image-13922300\" srcset=\"https://cdn.kqed.org/wp-content/uploads/sites/2/2022/12/LakeMerrit.Sunset.1-800x590.jpg 800w, https://cdn.kqed.org/wp-content/uploads/sites/2/2022/12/LakeMerrit.Sunset.1-1020x752.jpg 1020w, https://cdn.kqed.org/wp-content/uploads/sites/2/2022/12/LakeMerrit.Sunset.1-160x118.jpg 160w, https://cdn.kqed.org/wp-content/uploads/sites/2/2022/12/LakeMerrit.Sunset.1-768x566.jpg 768w, https://cdn.kqed.org/wp-content/uploads/sites/2/2022/12/LakeMerrit.Sunset.1-1536x1133.jpg 1536w, https://cdn.kqed.org/wp-content/uploads/sites/2/2022/12/LakeMerrit.Sunset.1-2048x1510.jpg 2048w, https://cdn.kqed.org/wp-content/uploads/sites/2/2022/12/LakeMerrit.Sunset.1-1920x1416.jpg 1920w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 800px) 100vw, 800px\">\u003cfigcaption class=\"wp-caption-text\">Lake Merritt, Oakland’s jewel. \u003ccite>(Pendarvis Harshaw/KQED)\u003c/cite>\u003c/figcaption>\u003c/figure>\n\u003cp>\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 4.6875em;float: left;line-height: 0.733em;padding: 0.05em 0.1em 0 0;font-family: times, serif, georgia\">T\u003c/span>he afternoon conversation with the Lakeview lyricist inspired my evening playlist. I slap a couple tracks from Cellski, then 11/5, Cougnut, and an RBL Posse track or two. With early- to mid-’90s Frisco gangsta rap blasting through the speakers of my midsize hybrid, I hit Hwy. 37 right at golden hour.\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>Driving east, the sunset in my rearview, I watch as the spring sky turns beaming, brilliant shades of Baskin-Robbins Rainbow Sherbet and Starburst Passion Fruit purple.\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>California State Route 37 is low-lying, two-lane highway that runs along the northern edge of San Pablo Bay. It’s surrounded by marshy wetlands and a series of sloughs, as well as the Napa River. The water ripples up right next to the road. The cautious mind wonders \u003ca href=\"https://www.pressdemocrat.com/article/news/highway-37-could-be-under-water-decades-from-now-heres-caltrans-solution/\">how long this infrastructure will hold against rising tides\u003c/a>. The imaginative mind feels like it’s riding atop the waves of the Bay.\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>But the present mind enjoys the classic SF gangsta rap reverberating through the stock sound system as the sun sets in my rearview mirror. \u003cem>There’s a bluebird on my shoulder, should I kill it?\u003c/em>\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>With all the photos I’ve taken of sunsets this year, that’s the one I didn’t take. Probably safer to take a pass on getting a pixelated image of a gigantic star burning 91 million miles away, while driving 70 miles per hour on a giant rotating rock. (It would’ve been really, really pretty tho.)\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>Reflecting on this year and all the sunsets I’ve seen, so many of them were background visuals for my lengthy commute. Every once in a while, I’d get to a specific spot, face toward the west, and watch nature’s daily magic happen.\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>And yet my most memorable sunset of the year, I watched as I drove in the opposite direction. How lucky are we? There are so many beautiful places to watch the sunset here in the Bay Area that we can literally turn our back, and it’s still one of the prettiest sights in the world.\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>\u003cimg loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter size-full wp-image-12127869\" src=\"https://ww2.kqed.org/app/uploads/sites/2/2016/09/Q.Logo_.Break_.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"800\" height=\"78\" srcset=\"https://cdn.kqed.org/wp-content/uploads/sites/2/2016/09/Q.Logo_.Break_.jpg 800w, https://cdn.kqed.org/wp-content/uploads/sites/2/2016/09/Q.Logo_.Break_-400x39.jpg 400w, https://cdn.kqed.org/wp-content/uploads/sites/2/2016/09/Q.Logo_.Break_-768x75.jpg 768w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 800px) 100vw, 800px\">\u003c/p>\n\n\u003c/div>\u003c/p>",
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"content": "\u003cp>\u003cem>This week, as we near the end of 2022, the writers and editors of KQED Arts & Culture are reflecting on \u003ca href=\"https://www.kqed.org/arts/tag/one-beautiful-thing\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener noreferrer\">One Beautiful Thing\u003c/a> from the year. Here, recounting a seemingly hopeless quest to retrieve a lost bag in New York City, editor Gabe Meline remains in awe at the kindness of strangers.\u003c/em>\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 4.6875em;float: left;line-height: 0.733em;padding: 0.05em 0.1em 0 0;font-family: times, serif, georgia\">T\u003c/span>here I was, in a city of 8 million people, after 12 hours of travel, standing on Lexington Avenue and hoping for a New York miracle. I’d only been in Manhattan for an hour, and already I was flagging down a taxi late at night and shouting “Follow that cab!”\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>\u003cimg loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignright size-thumbnail wp-image-13881659\" src=\"https://ww2.kqed.org/app/uploads/sites/2/2020/06/Gabe.Bio_.Cap_.small_-160x181.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"160\" height=\"181\" srcset=\"https://cdn.kqed.org/wp-content/uploads/sites/2/2020/06/Gabe.Bio_.Cap_.small_-160x181.jpg 160w, https://cdn.kqed.org/wp-content/uploads/sites/2/2020/06/Gabe.Bio_.Cap_.small_.jpg 180w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 160px) 100vw, 160px\">Well, more accurately: “Follow that little dot on this tiny map.” Meaning the GPS-enabled dot moving around a screen as part of the Find My iPhone feature. The dot indicating that somewhere out there, in one of New York City’s other 13,000 taxi cabs, sat my daughter’s blue bag that she’d left behind, containing her diary, school laptop, notebooks, iPhone and AirPods she’d bought with her saved-up allowance.\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>The daughter who at that very moment was curled up on the hotel bed, regretting her thoughtlessness, in tears.\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>I was a small-town dad in a huge, unfamiliar metropolis, with maybe half an idea of what I was doing, at best. But I couldn’t stand to see her crying. I had to get that bag back.\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>An explanation is in order: at the airport terminal, we’d had to switch to another taxicab to get a ride into Manhattan. Our first taxi driver quoted us a fare higher than what dispatch told us it should cost, and when I asked why, he promptly threw us out of his cab. He and I exchanged some four-letter words, and we piled into the next waiting taxi.\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>It wasn’t until getting to our hotel, an hour later, that we realized the first taxi driver had sped away with the bag inside.\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>\u003cimg loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter size-full wp-image-13922261\" src=\"https://ww2.kqed.org/app/uploads/sites/2/2022/12/taxi.nyc_.bag_.jpg\" alt=\"a blue handbag, sitting against a white linen background\" width=\"600\" height=\"600\" srcset=\"https://cdn.kqed.org/wp-content/uploads/sites/2/2022/12/taxi.nyc_.bag_.jpg 600w, https://cdn.kqed.org/wp-content/uploads/sites/2/2022/12/taxi.nyc_.bag_-160x160.jpg 160w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 600px) 100vw, 600px\">\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>I called Central Taxi Hold at JFK for help. “You got the medallion number?” the director asked. I didn’t. “Well, tell us the credit card number you used for your fare, and we can trace the medallion number,” he said. No dice: we hadn’t ridden in the taxi, let alone paid any fare. “Oh, well then… you may be waitin’ for it to turn up in lost and found. \u003cem>If\u003c/em> he turns it in, that is.”\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>While I called 311, my wife remembered she’d set up tracking on our daughter’s phone in case of emergencies, and pulled up its map, excited to discover a little dot that refreshed every 15 seconds or so, traveling around the streets of midtown. Talking to the woman working 311, after we’d exhausted all possible options, I offhandedly remarked, “I’m half-tempted to get another cab and have them chase after this dot on the map.”\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>“Well,” she said, “that’s probably what a New Yorker would do.”\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>Challenge accepted.\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>\u003cimg loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter size-full wp-image-13922258\" src=\"https://ww2.kqed.org/app/uploads/sites/2/2022/12/NYC.taxi_.map_.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"600\" height=\"600\" srcset=\"https://cdn.kqed.org/wp-content/uploads/sites/2/2022/12/NYC.taxi_.map_.jpg 600w, https://cdn.kqed.org/wp-content/uploads/sites/2/2022/12/NYC.taxi_.map_-160x160.jpg 160w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 600px) 100vw, 600px\">\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 4.6875em;float: left;line-height: 0.733em;padding: 0.05em 0.1em 0 0;font-family: times, serif, georgia\">T\u003c/span>he first taxi driver that pulled over laughed at my wild goose chase, but the second said, “Yeah. Get in.” His name was Gani. And so began our three-hour hunt for the missing bag.\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>After a couple rounds in Manhattan, we followed the dot across the Queensboro Bridge into Queens. All the way back to JFK. We scanned the traffic around us and closely trailed the dot as our getaway taxi driver bypassed Central Taxi Hold, went straight to a terminal, picked up a fare, and — to my despair — quickly got on the freeway and headed again into Manhattan.\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>I was carsick from staring at a phone, and operating on three hours of sleep the night before. I texted my wife and daughter: “If we can’t catch him in Manhattan I may have to give up for the night. I can’t go all the way out to JFK again.”\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>\u003cimg loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter size-full wp-image-13922256\" src=\"https://ww2.kqed.org/app/uploads/sites/2/2022/12/Texts.nyc_.taxi_.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"800\" height=\"491\" srcset=\"https://cdn.kqed.org/wp-content/uploads/sites/2/2022/12/Texts.nyc_.taxi_.jpg 800w, https://cdn.kqed.org/wp-content/uploads/sites/2/2022/12/Texts.nyc_.taxi_-160x98.jpg 160w, https://cdn.kqed.org/wp-content/uploads/sites/2/2022/12/Texts.nyc_.taxi_-768x471.jpg 768w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 800px) 100vw, 800px\">\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>Gani had other plans. Up to that point, our conversation had been about how to intercept the cab. I learned all about New York’s taxicab regulations, many of which our getaway cab driver was brazenly ignoring, which didn’t fill me with hope.\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>But while driving around Manhattan for the second time, Gani asked about my daughter. “She’s 13,” I said. Old enough that she doesn’t cry anymore, I said. Except for tonight.\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>I looked up and noticed that the fare meter wasn’t running anymore. The dot on the map headed across the Queensboro Bridge yet again, and Gani followed. I assured him that it was OK to call it a night and drop me off at the hotel, but he wasn’t having it. “We will get your bag back,” he said confidently, pulling onto the bridge onramp. “We should be able to stop him at the airport this time.”\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>We did not stop him at the airport.\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>[ad fullwidth]\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 4.6875em;float: left;line-height: 0.733em;padding: 0.05em 0.1em 0 0;font-family: times, serif, georgia\">B\u003c/span>ut we did happen to spot a good luck omen when we returned to JFK, outside an airport terminal: the woman who’d been working dispatch two hours earlier. Gani jerked the steering wheel to pull over while I quickly hopped out, pen and notebook in hand, to barrage her with questions. Did she remember us, having to switch cabs? Did she know the driver? Could she tell us anything to help get our bag back?\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>In short order, we had the cab driver’s phone number and medallion number. Central Taxi Hold ran the number, and discovered that he wasn’t even supposed to be on the clock that night. Probably working side jobs and illegally pocketing the fares.\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>With renewed vigor, Gani again followed the dot as it moved along the freeway, back toward Manhattan for the second time since our chase began. We called the phone number repeatedly — no answer. This rogue taxi driver was clearly avoiding us; he’d had our bag for five hours, and seemed to have no intention of turning it in to lost and found.\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>Gani tried another tact via text: “We have your medallion number and we know where you are.” He picked up our next call. And so, just when I had lost all faith, it was over in a flash.\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>At around midnight on 34th and 1st, the runaway cab driver pulled over, handed us the bag, and drove off. I checked the contents; all there. Incredible. Out of all the far-fetched, improbable plans, ours had actually worked. “I … I can’t believe that really happened,” I muttered from the passenger seat.\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>Gani just laughed — and, slapping his palm on the steering wheel, announced: “Welcome to New York!”\u003c/p>\n\u003cfigure id=\"attachment_13922257\" class=\"wp-caption aligncenter\" style=\"max-width: 600px\">\u003cimg loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"size-full wp-image-13922257\" src=\"https://ww2.kqed.org/app/uploads/sites/2/2022/12/Nyc.Taxi_.finale.jpg\" alt=\"A man and a teenage girl, holding a small blue bag, pose together outside a yellow taxicab on the busy streets on New York City\" width=\"600\" height=\"800\" srcset=\"https://cdn.kqed.org/wp-content/uploads/sites/2/2022/12/Nyc.Taxi_.finale.jpg 600w, https://cdn.kqed.org/wp-content/uploads/sites/2/2022/12/Nyc.Taxi_.finale-160x213.jpg 160w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 600px) 100vw, 600px\">\u003cfigcaption class=\"wp-caption-text\">Gani and the author’s daughter, reunited at last with her lost bag. \u003ccite>(Gabe Meline/KQED)\u003c/cite>\u003c/figcaption>\u003c/figure>\n\u003cp>\u003cimg loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter size-full wp-image-12127869\" src=\"https://ww2.kqed.org/app/uploads/sites/2/2016/09/Q.Logo_.Break_.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"800\" height=\"78\" srcset=\"https://cdn.kqed.org/wp-content/uploads/sites/2/2016/09/Q.Logo_.Break_.jpg 800w, https://cdn.kqed.org/wp-content/uploads/sites/2/2016/09/Q.Logo_.Break_-400x39.jpg 400w, https://cdn.kqed.org/wp-content/uploads/sites/2/2016/09/Q.Logo_.Break_-768x75.jpg 768w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 800px) 100vw, 800px\">\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>[ad floatright]\u003c/p>\n",
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"content": "\u003cdiv class=\"post-body\">\u003cp>\u003cp>\u003cem>This week, as we near the end of 2022, the writers and editors of KQED Arts & Culture are reflecting on \u003ca href=\"https://www.kqed.org/arts/tag/one-beautiful-thing\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener noreferrer\">One Beautiful Thing\u003c/a> from the year. Here, recounting a seemingly hopeless quest to retrieve a lost bag in New York City, editor Gabe Meline remains in awe at the kindness of strangers.\u003c/em>\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 4.6875em;float: left;line-height: 0.733em;padding: 0.05em 0.1em 0 0;font-family: times, serif, georgia\">T\u003c/span>here I was, in a city of 8 million people, after 12 hours of travel, standing on Lexington Avenue and hoping for a New York miracle. I’d only been in Manhattan for an hour, and already I was flagging down a taxi late at night and shouting “Follow that cab!”\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>\u003cimg loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignright size-thumbnail wp-image-13881659\" src=\"https://ww2.kqed.org/app/uploads/sites/2/2020/06/Gabe.Bio_.Cap_.small_-160x181.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"160\" height=\"181\" srcset=\"https://cdn.kqed.org/wp-content/uploads/sites/2/2020/06/Gabe.Bio_.Cap_.small_-160x181.jpg 160w, https://cdn.kqed.org/wp-content/uploads/sites/2/2020/06/Gabe.Bio_.Cap_.small_.jpg 180w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 160px) 100vw, 160px\">Well, more accurately: “Follow that little dot on this tiny map.” Meaning the GPS-enabled dot moving around a screen as part of the Find My iPhone feature. The dot indicating that somewhere out there, in one of New York City’s other 13,000 taxi cabs, sat my daughter’s blue bag that she’d left behind, containing her diary, school laptop, notebooks, iPhone and AirPods she’d bought with her saved-up allowance.\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>The daughter who at that very moment was curled up on the hotel bed, regretting her thoughtlessness, in tears.\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>I was a small-town dad in a huge, unfamiliar metropolis, with maybe half an idea of what I was doing, at best. But I couldn’t stand to see her crying. I had to get that bag back.\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>An explanation is in order: at the airport terminal, we’d had to switch to another taxicab to get a ride into Manhattan. Our first taxi driver quoted us a fare higher than what dispatch told us it should cost, and when I asked why, he promptly threw us out of his cab. 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No dice: we hadn’t ridden in the taxi, let alone paid any fare. “Oh, well then… you may be waitin’ for it to turn up in lost and found. \u003cem>If\u003c/em> he turns it in, that is.”\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>While I called 311, my wife remembered she’d set up tracking on our daughter’s phone in case of emergencies, and pulled up its map, excited to discover a little dot that refreshed every 15 seconds or so, traveling around the streets of midtown. 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I can’t go all the way out to JFK again.”\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>\u003cimg loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter size-full wp-image-13922256\" src=\"https://ww2.kqed.org/app/uploads/sites/2/2022/12/Texts.nyc_.taxi_.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"800\" height=\"491\" srcset=\"https://cdn.kqed.org/wp-content/uploads/sites/2/2022/12/Texts.nyc_.taxi_.jpg 800w, https://cdn.kqed.org/wp-content/uploads/sites/2/2022/12/Texts.nyc_.taxi_-160x98.jpg 160w, https://cdn.kqed.org/wp-content/uploads/sites/2/2022/12/Texts.nyc_.taxi_-768x471.jpg 768w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 800px) 100vw, 800px\">\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>Gani had other plans. Up to that point, our conversation had been about how to intercept the cab. I learned all about New York’s taxicab regulations, many of which our getaway cab driver was brazenly ignoring, which didn’t fill me with hope.\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>But while driving around Manhattan for the second time, Gani asked about my daughter. “She’s 13,” I said. 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"content": "\u003cp>\u003cem>This week, as we near the end of 2022, the writers and editors of KQED Arts & Culture are reflecting on \u003ca href=\"https://www.kqed.org/arts/tag/one-beautiful-thing\">One Beautiful Thing\u003c/a> from the year. Here, in a very discouraging year for human rights and freedom of expression, editor Emma Silvers finds solace and hope in a Nixon-era TV special.\u003c/em>\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 4.6875em;float: left;line-height: 0.733em;padding: 0.05em 0.1em 0 0;font-family: times, serif, georgia\">I\u003c/span>’ve always been skeptical of people who boast about their children’s taste in music. At best, it comes off like a stretch of the truth. (“Oh, your kindergartener likes Led Zeppelin? My 18-month-old’s first words were Sigur Rós, in a perfect Icelandic accent!”) At worst, there’s an icky, narcissistic undercurrent to it — a view of child-as-accessory — like we’re keeping score in some kind of demented Pitchfork “Best New Kid” competition.\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>\u003cimg loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignright size-full wp-image-13922205\" src=\"https://ww2.kqed.org/app/uploads/sites/2/2022/12/Emma.bio_.headshot.caption.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"160\" height=\"180\">And yet. My reading of this tendency changed when I actually had a baby, and came to understand one reason people get legitimately excited about their kids liking good stuff: because the vast majority of children’s entertainment makes parents want to \u003cem>stab themselves in the ears with a screwdriver\u003c/em>. And whatever your child likes, you, as a parent, are going to wind up watching or listening to it over and over again.\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>Enter \u003cem>The Point!.\u003c/em>\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>For the uninitiated, \u003cem>The Point!\u003c/em> refers to both the \u003ca href=\"https://www.npr.org/2020/02/15/806149966/50-years-of-the-point-harry-nilsson-s-wonderful-weird-musical-fable\">dreamy 1970 concept album\u003c/a> by singer-songwriter Harry Nilsson and its accompanying animated film (narrated by Dustin Hoffman, Ringo Starr or Alan Thicke, depending on which version your parents taped off TV). A classic hero’s journey, it tells the tale of a boy named Oblio who’s born “different” from everyone else, and he and his dog Arrow get cast out for it. In the so-called Pointless Forest, Oblio comes to understand the beauty in differences, then returns home to help everyone around him learn that lesson too. Along the way there’s an evil count, a doofy king, a giant pterodactyl and a jazzcat-riffing, Buddhist wisdom-dispensing pile of rocks.\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>For a Nixon-era primetime network TV special — it was a 1971 ABC Movie of the Week — it’s an exceptionally beautiful, quietly anti-authoritarian and \u003ca href=\"https://insheepsclothinghifi.com/harry-nilsson-the-point-1971/\">100% LSD-influenced\u003c/a> work of art.\u003c/p>\n\u003cfigure id=\"attachment_13922193\" class=\"wp-caption aligncenter\" style=\"max-width: 800px\">\u003ca href=\"https://ww2.kqed.org/app/uploads/sites/2/2022/12/GettyImages-532828927.jpg\">\u003cimg loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"size-medium wp-image-13922193\" src=\"https://ww2.kqed.org/app/uploads/sites/2/2022/12/GettyImages-532828927-800x531.jpg\" alt=\"a black and white photo of a white man with a cigarette in his mouth at a piano\" width=\"800\" height=\"531\" srcset=\"https://cdn.kqed.org/wp-content/uploads/sites/2/2022/12/GettyImages-532828927-800x531.jpg 800w, https://cdn.kqed.org/wp-content/uploads/sites/2/2022/12/GettyImages-532828927-1020x677.jpg 1020w, https://cdn.kqed.org/wp-content/uploads/sites/2/2022/12/GettyImages-532828927-160x106.jpg 160w, https://cdn.kqed.org/wp-content/uploads/sites/2/2022/12/GettyImages-532828927-768x510.jpg 768w, https://cdn.kqed.org/wp-content/uploads/sites/2/2022/12/GettyImages-532828927.jpg 1024w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 800px) 100vw, 800px\">\u003c/a>\u003cfigcaption class=\"wp-caption-text\">Harry Nilsson at the piano, 1972. \u003ccite>(Stan Meagher/Daily Express/Hulton Archive/Getty Images)\u003c/cite>\u003c/figcaption>\u003c/figure>\n\u003cp>I didn’t put too much thought into it \u003ca href=\"https://twitter.com/emmaruthless/status/1498134265258668033\">when I first showed Miles \u003cem>The Point!\u003c/em> \u003c/a>(though I knew that it wasn’t \u003cem>Cars\u003c/em> again, nor, god forbid, \u003cem>Cars 2\u003c/em>). I’ve always loved Nilsson’s music, and I was pleased to see that the 50-year-old, hand-drawn animation held my 3-year-old’s attention just as well as the frenetic, computer-generated kids’ shows that currently populate any streaming service. What I did not expect, until he began to request it — repeatedly — is the catharsis it would provide over the course of a strange and at times infuriating year.\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>But there it was, on in the car, in the living room; too weird to be a lullaby, too soothing to be anything else; an IV drip insisting on the existence of \u003cem>meaning\u003c/em>, even on the days it was really hard to find. Warmly but firmly, it kept my nihilism in check: After \u003ca href=\"https://www.kqed.org/arts/13899378/blackalicious-gift-of-gab-a-celebrated-mc-dies-at-age-50\">Gift of Gab died\u003c/a>, I listened to “Blazing Arrow” (built around a buoyant sample of Nilsson’s “Me and My Arrow”) and marveled at the beauty of two very different lyricists leaving behind such a wildly creative conversation. The week Roe v. Wade was overturned, and I became an expert at crying in efficient spurts before getting back to the task at hand, Nilsson’s “Think About Your Troubles” got me to see teardrops in a sort of pretty, conceptual way, reminded me they were normal and necessary. It helped to zoom out, even just momentarily, and think about cycles: of water systems, of sorrow, of history.\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>Miles sings this song to himself in the bath these days (“think about the bubbles!”), and no matter what else I am currently screwing up on as a parent, it makes me feel like I’ve done one thing right.\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=guqFqcV4Po0\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>Lately, I find myself thinking about \u003cem>The Point!\u003c/em> when politicians say dangerous, moronic things about queer youth: I think of the old, evil count who’s terrified of change and of losing power, and the complacent king who tries to keep to the letter of law regardless of the necessary shift happening before his eyes.\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>At the end of the story, Oblio helps the townspeople realize that rote conformity shouldn’t be the goal; that everyone has value and deserves respect; that empathy, exploration and new perspectives all matter. 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My 18-month-old’s first words were Sigur Rós, in a perfect Icelandic accent!”) At worst, there’s an icky, narcissistic undercurrent to it — a view of child-as-accessory — like we’re keeping score in some kind of demented Pitchfork “Best New Kid” competition.\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>\u003cimg loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignright size-full wp-image-13922205\" src=\"https://ww2.kqed.org/app/uploads/sites/2/2022/12/Emma.bio_.headshot.caption.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"160\" height=\"180\">And yet. My reading of this tendency changed when I actually had a baby, and came to understand one reason people get legitimately excited about their kids liking good stuff: because the vast majority of children’s entertainment makes parents want to \u003cem>stab themselves in the ears with a screwdriver\u003c/em>. 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Along the way there’s an evil count, a doofy king, a giant pterodactyl and a jazzcat-riffing, Buddhist wisdom-dispensing pile of rocks.\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>For a Nixon-era primetime network TV special — it was a 1971 ABC Movie of the Week — it’s an exceptionally beautiful, quietly anti-authoritarian and \u003ca href=\"https://insheepsclothinghifi.com/harry-nilsson-the-point-1971/\">100% LSD-influenced\u003c/a> work of art.\u003c/p>\n\u003cfigure id=\"attachment_13922193\" class=\"wp-caption aligncenter\" style=\"max-width: 800px\">\u003ca href=\"https://ww2.kqed.org/app/uploads/sites/2/2022/12/GettyImages-532828927.jpg\">\u003cimg loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"size-medium wp-image-13922193\" src=\"https://ww2.kqed.org/app/uploads/sites/2/2022/12/GettyImages-532828927-800x531.jpg\" alt=\"a black and white photo of a white man with a cigarette in his mouth at a piano\" width=\"800\" height=\"531\" srcset=\"https://cdn.kqed.org/wp-content/uploads/sites/2/2022/12/GettyImages-532828927-800x531.jpg 800w, https://cdn.kqed.org/wp-content/uploads/sites/2/2022/12/GettyImages-532828927-1020x677.jpg 1020w, https://cdn.kqed.org/wp-content/uploads/sites/2/2022/12/GettyImages-532828927-160x106.jpg 160w, https://cdn.kqed.org/wp-content/uploads/sites/2/2022/12/GettyImages-532828927-768x510.jpg 768w, https://cdn.kqed.org/wp-content/uploads/sites/2/2022/12/GettyImages-532828927.jpg 1024w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 800px) 100vw, 800px\">\u003c/a>\u003cfigcaption class=\"wp-caption-text\">Harry Nilsson at the piano, 1972. \u003ccite>(Stan Meagher/Daily Express/Hulton Archive/Getty Images)\u003c/cite>\u003c/figcaption>\u003c/figure>\n\u003cp>I didn’t put too much thought into it \u003ca href=\"https://twitter.com/emmaruthless/status/1498134265258668033\">when I first showed Miles \u003cem>The Point!\u003c/em> \u003c/a>(though I knew that it wasn’t \u003cem>Cars\u003c/em> again, nor, god forbid, \u003cem>Cars 2\u003c/em>). I’ve always loved Nilsson’s music, and I was pleased to see that the 50-year-old, hand-drawn animation held my 3-year-old’s attention just as well as the frenetic, computer-generated kids’ shows that currently populate any streaming service. What I did not expect, until he began to request it — repeatedly — is the catharsis it would provide over the course of a strange and at times infuriating year.\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>But there it was, on in the car, in the living room; too weird to be a lullaby, too soothing to be anything else; an IV drip insisting on the existence of \u003cem>meaning\u003c/em>, even on the days it was really hard to find. Warmly but firmly, it kept my nihilism in check: After \u003ca href=\"https://www.kqed.org/arts/13899378/blackalicious-gift-of-gab-a-celebrated-mc-dies-at-age-50\">Gift of Gab died\u003c/a>, I listened to “Blazing Arrow” (built around a buoyant sample of Nilsson’s “Me and My Arrow”) and marveled at the beauty of two very different lyricists leaving behind such a wildly creative conversation. The week Roe v. Wade was overturned, and I became an expert at crying in efficient spurts before getting back to the task at hand, Nilsson’s “Think About Your Troubles” got me to see teardrops in a sort of pretty, conceptual way, reminded me they were normal and necessary. It helped to zoom out, even just momentarily, and think about cycles: of water systems, of sorrow, of history.\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>Miles sings this song to himself in the bath these days (“think about the bubbles!”), and no matter what else I am currently screwing up on as a parent, it makes me feel like I’ve done one thing right.\u003c/p>\u003c/p>\u003cp>\u003cspan class='utils-parseShortcode-shortcodes-__youtubeShortcode__embedYoutube'>\n \u003cspan class='utils-parseShortcode-shortcodes-__youtubeShortcode__embedYoutubeInside'>\n \u003ciframe\n loading='lazy'\n class='utils-parseShortcode-shortcodes-__youtubeShortcode__youtubePlayer'\n type='text/html'\n src='//www.youtube.com/embed/guqFqcV4Po0'\n title='//www.youtube.com/embed/guqFqcV4Po0'\n allowfullscreen='true'\n style='border:0;'>\u003c/iframe>\n \u003c/span>\n \u003c/span>\u003c/p>\u003cp>\u003cp>Lately, I find myself thinking about \u003cem>The Point!\u003c/em> when politicians say dangerous, moronic things about queer youth: I think of the old, evil count who’s terrified of change and of losing power, and the complacent king who tries to keep to the letter of law regardless of the necessary shift happening before his eyes.\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>At the end of the story, Oblio helps the townspeople realize that rote conformity shouldn’t be the goal; that everyone has value and deserves respect; that empathy, exploration and new perspectives all matter. 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"content": "\u003cfigure id=\"attachment_13921891\" class=\"wp-caption aligncenter\" style=\"max-width: 800px\">\u003ca href=\"https://ww2.kqed.org/app/uploads/sites/2/2022/11/GettyImages-1322401462.jpg\">\u003cimg loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"size-medium wp-image-13921891\" src=\"https://ww2.kqed.org/app/uploads/sites/2/2022/11/GettyImages-1322401462-800x537.jpg\" alt=\"Crowd of people examine used objects\" width=\"800\" height=\"537\" srcset=\"https://cdn.kqed.org/wp-content/uploads/sites/2/2022/11/GettyImages-1322401462-800x537.jpg 800w, https://cdn.kqed.org/wp-content/uploads/sites/2/2022/11/GettyImages-1322401462-1020x685.jpg 1020w, https://cdn.kqed.org/wp-content/uploads/sites/2/2022/11/GettyImages-1322401462-160x107.jpg 160w, https://cdn.kqed.org/wp-content/uploads/sites/2/2022/11/GettyImages-1322401462-768x516.jpg 768w, https://cdn.kqed.org/wp-content/uploads/sites/2/2022/11/GettyImages-1322401462.jpg 1502w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 800px) 100vw, 800px\">\u003c/a>\u003cfigcaption class=\"wp-caption-text\">Shoppers at the Alemany flea market look over a table in 1997. \u003ccite>(Photo by Lea Suzuki / The San Francisco Chronicle via Getty Images)\u003c/cite>\u003c/figcaption>\u003c/figure>\n\u003cp>\u003cem>At we near the end of 2022, each of us writers and editors at KQED Arts & Culture are reflecting on \u003ca href=\"https://www.kqed.org/arts/tag/one-beautiful-thing\">one beautiful thing\u003c/a> from the year. Here, in a year where our work lives and personal lives became ever more intertwined, our editor Sarah Hotchkiss explains how visiting flea markets helped her retain the concept of free time. \u003c/em>\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>[dropcap]I[/dropcap] am very bad at weekends. I do not relax, I do not go on local hikes or drink mimosas at brunch or do any of the million things the Bay Area has to offer its more sane residents. I know I’m doing this wrong. While other people replenish their work-addled minds by taking in vistas, eating delicious food (leisurely) or simply enjoying the year-round comfort of our Bay Area weather, I spend my weekends alone in a frigid concrete-lined studio, hunched under fluorescent lights.\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>Ostensibly, I am doing the thing I love, which is making art. But my body does not thank me for these extra hours of work and isolation. It’s lonely and sometimes painful (neck aches, finger cramps, eye twitches). Periodically, I remember to move around a bit and shove some snacks in my face. I listen to hours of tinny podcasts and audiobooks on my phone.\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>\u003cimg loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignright size-full wp-image-13922215\" src=\"https://ww2.kqed.org/app/uploads/sites/2/2022/11/Sarah.bio_.headshot.thumb_.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"160\" height=\"177\">When I look back at a 2022 of un-weekends, the highlights were the moments when I portioned off something that might resemble a more ordinary understanding of what those days are for. For three hours each Sunday, I go to the flea market.\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>This is a very specific, not-for-everyone ritual. Because I live with a flea market aficionado and meet a select group of friends there nearly weekly, I sometimes forget that. I have recommended the flea market to people who cruise through in 15 minutes or less and never return. Family members who seem to like old, interesting things have humored me, then touched nothing and bought nothing, confused by my dedication to this activity and place.\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>I have to remind myself that even though there is something for everyone at the flea market, the flea market is not \u003ci>for\u003c/i> everyone.\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>Despite the flea market’s polarizing effect, I have found my people. My boyfriend, a total fiend for used books, odd objects and anything that might be described as a “deal” or a “find,” has been known to visit foreign cities and feel satisfied only when he has attended the local flea market. Kassel, Germany? Pretty good. Mexico City? Amazing. Turin, Italy? We ran out of room in our luggage.\u003c/p>\n\u003cfigure id=\"attachment_13922224\" class=\"wp-caption aligncenter\" style=\"max-width: 800px\">\u003ca href=\"https://ww2.kqed.org/app/uploads/sites/2/2022/12/GettyImages-1256176605.jpg\">\u003cimg loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"size-medium wp-image-13922224\" src=\"https://ww2.kqed.org/app/uploads/sites/2/2022/12/GettyImages-1256176605-800x535.jpg\" alt=\"Three African-American family members laughing and gesturing at items on a table during a flea market\" width=\"800\" height=\"535\" srcset=\"https://cdn.kqed.org/wp-content/uploads/sites/2/2022/12/GettyImages-1256176605-800x535.jpg 800w, https://cdn.kqed.org/wp-content/uploads/sites/2/2022/12/GettyImages-1256176605-1020x682.jpg 1020w, https://cdn.kqed.org/wp-content/uploads/sites/2/2022/12/GettyImages-1256176605-160x107.jpg 160w, https://cdn.kqed.org/wp-content/uploads/sites/2/2022/12/GettyImages-1256176605-768x514.jpg 768w, https://cdn.kqed.org/wp-content/uploads/sites/2/2022/12/GettyImages-1256176605.jpg 1024w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 800px) 100vw, 800px\">\u003c/a>\u003cfigcaption class=\"wp-caption-text\">A family sells items at a flea market in San Francisco, 1984. \u003ccite>(Clarence Gatson Collection/Gado/Getty Images)\u003c/cite>\u003c/figcaption>\u003c/figure>\n\u003cp>Our home is filled with things picked up off the streets of San Francisco. Our shelves are lined with used books like \u003ci>Flim-Flam!\u003c/i> (because exclamation marks are delightful), pulp paperbacks stacked two-deep, and even (in a meta-moment) a photo book of ’70s and ’80s California flea markets.\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>The joy of the flea market is the browse, not necessarily the find. Meander past sellers with their wares spread across folding tables or moving blankets with a concrete goal and you’ll likely never find the object you’re looking for, especially if you’ve seen it every week prior. You have to let the flea market come to you.\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>And even if you’re never going to purchase a plaster rooster or a pair of silver shoes or a crated sculpture made from spray foam and corrugated aluminum, seeing these things, knowing they were once loved or worn or made, is enough. It’s enough to remember that the people who owned them are strange and not like you — a great thing. They had different tastes and needs. They wore silver shoes! And kept a plaster rooster in their dinette! And made a weird-ass sculpture that might actually be good!\u003c/p>\n\u003cfigure id=\"attachment_13922222\" class=\"wp-caption aligncenter\" style=\"max-width: 800px\">\u003ca href=\"https://ww2.kqed.org/app/uploads/sites/2/2022/12/GettyImages-1321749318.jpg\">\u003cimg loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"size-medium wp-image-13922222\" src=\"https://ww2.kqed.org/app/uploads/sites/2/2022/12/GettyImages-1321749318-800x634.jpg\" alt=\"a pile of baseball cards and money among other antique on a table\" width=\"800\" height=\"634\" srcset=\"https://cdn.kqed.org/wp-content/uploads/sites/2/2022/12/GettyImages-1321749318-800x634.jpg 800w, https://cdn.kqed.org/wp-content/uploads/sites/2/2022/12/GettyImages-1321749318-1020x808.jpg 1020w, https://cdn.kqed.org/wp-content/uploads/sites/2/2022/12/GettyImages-1321749318-160x127.jpg 160w, https://cdn.kqed.org/wp-content/uploads/sites/2/2022/12/GettyImages-1321749318-768x608.jpg 768w, https://cdn.kqed.org/wp-content/uploads/sites/2/2022/12/GettyImages-1321749318.jpg 1024w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 800px) 100vw, 800px\">\u003c/a>\u003cfigcaption class=\"wp-caption-text\">Stamp books, money from around the world and baseball cards at the Alemany Flea Market in San Francisco. \u003ccite>(Liz Hafalia/The San Francisco Chronicle via Getty Images)\u003c/cite>\u003c/figcaption>\u003c/figure>\n\u003cp>In these moments, the flea market is a reminder that different lives (expressed through objects) can coexist. Such reminders don’t happen that often anymore: jury duty, public transit, the library. But we are usually here to seek out joy and small pleasures, not just metaphors for a healthy society.\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>When you find a thing at the flea market that is so wonderful you don’t even bother to haggle over the price, that you must have for some deeply felt reason despite the accumulation of stuff on your shelves, that is an even more wonderful connection. You now share a relationship to that object with someone else. And you are not different. 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A feeling of sunshine, of comfort, of warmth and safety that has never really left me since that relationship.”\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>\u003cimg loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"https://ww2.kqed.org/app/uploads/sites/2/2022/11/Kristie.headshot.bio_.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"160\" height=\"182\" class=\"alignright size-full wp-image-13922096\">I had asked because I’d never experienced this kind of love myself. Like a child trying to make sense of outer space, or insects, I leaned in and prodded. \u003ci>Why? How? And then what? \u003c/i>What does this fullness look and feel like? And how do I know that what I’m experiencing is the real thing?\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>[ad fullwidth]\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>I’ve had hundreds of crushes over the years, but those brief minglings with affection and projected fantasies of love never lasted.\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>In my first year of college, I hopped from dorm to dorm, avoiding my own as much as possible. One evening, I was resting on my friend’s bed when one of her roommates walked in, huffed and plopped herself beside me. “I had a shit day,” she said. “Can we cuddle?”\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>I’d never held someone or been held in this way, but nodded and turned to my side. She wrapped an arm around my torso tightly, pressing herself into me. I don’t remember how long it lasted, but my new and normally rambunctious friend was silent the whole time, her pulse steady in the small of my back, her breath even in the crook of my neck. That moment, in the quiet of that room, where our tired bodies met — did that constitute fullness?\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>In the past, I projected love onto people who’d affirmed me in some way, who made me feel that my body and mind were of value. I yearned for a love that treasured what I loathed about myself, a voice to blanket the one inside my head that berated my every move, feature and action. 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To understand the weight of this, you must first understand my life as a loyal, non-bandwagon member of Dub Nation, through decades of ridicule and shame when the team would regularly finish as the cellar dwellers of the league. Back when they played at Oracle Arena. Back when the Bay Area felt like a different home, and my teenage self had yet to discover what home really meant to me.\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>\u003cimg loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignright size-full wp-image-13922121\" src=\"https://ww2.kqed.org/app/uploads/sites/2/2022/11/Alan.Chazaro.bio_.headshot.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"160\" height=\"181\">But this particular Thursday in June was different. The Warriors were gearing up to claim their fourth Larry O’Brien trophy amid a dynastic run of championship grandeur. It was jolting. It was surreal. And despite the doubting, shit-talking and excuse-making from sports media and internet trolls who had dismissed the Warriors all season (or perhaps, because of it), this day felt particularly glorious for OG fans like myself.\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>And still, the game wasn’t even my primary focus. For months, my wife and I had been planning our own little dynasty. After nearly 15 years together — having met in a Chicano Studies class at UC Berkeley as undergrads — we had decided to add a new team member to our squad, and were in the process of trying for our first child.\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>[ad fullwidth]\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>I couldn’t have asked for a better scenario on that Thursday morning. Briana called me into the room to share the news: a positive pregnancy test laid on top of a Warriors onesie. Our child had decided to announce himself that day, as the Warriors were on the verge of hoops history. I cried. Because this wasn’t \u003cem>just\u003c/em> a happy ending for the Warriors, a basketball entity that had been a part of my life since grade school. This was the beginning of a beautiful future: Maceo Agosto Chazaro.\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>The Dubs ended up winning it all. My wife and I took BART to San Francisco to be at Chase Center with the fans, just a few hours after we’d learned our baby was growing inside her belly. Though the actual game was happening in Boston, we gathered in front of the Warriors’ arena as the last shot splashed and the celebratory drinks poured (my wife, of course, abstaining). That day felt bigger than a championship. It still does.\u003c/p>\n\u003cfigure id=\"attachment_13922123\" class=\"wp-caption aligncenter\" style=\"max-width: 800px\">\u003cimg loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"size-medium wp-image-13922123\" src=\"https://ww2.kqed.org/app/uploads/sites/2/2022/11/Kids.Warriors.Chase_-800x521.jpg\" alt=\"Two small children in Warriors gear laugh with their mother nearby in a crowd of sports fans\" width=\"800\" height=\"521\" srcset=\"https://cdn.kqed.org/wp-content/uploads/sites/2/2022/11/Kids.Warriors.Chase_-800x521.jpg 800w, https://cdn.kqed.org/wp-content/uploads/sites/2/2022/11/Kids.Warriors.Chase_-1020x664.jpg 1020w, https://cdn.kqed.org/wp-content/uploads/sites/2/2022/11/Kids.Warriors.Chase_-160x104.jpg 160w, https://cdn.kqed.org/wp-content/uploads/sites/2/2022/11/Kids.Warriors.Chase_-768x500.jpg 768w, https://cdn.kqed.org/wp-content/uploads/sites/2/2022/11/Kids.Warriors.Chase_-1536x999.jpg 1536w, https://cdn.kqed.org/wp-content/uploads/sites/2/2022/11/Kids.Warriors.Chase_.jpg 1832w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 800px) 100vw, 800px\">\u003cfigcaption class=\"wp-caption-text\">Kids play outside Chase Center on June 13, 2022, as the Golden State Warriors win the NBA Finals. \u003ccite>(Alan Chazaro)\u003c/cite>\u003c/figcaption>\u003c/figure>\n\u003cp>Looking back on it, I recall what it is that’s always drawn me to the sport — especially as a Mexican American who grew up in an all-male home with my father and older brother. Basketball taught me about myself and what it takes to overcome, even when the odds seem insurmountable. It was never just about scoring on a fast-break dunk or making flashy dribbles. It was about chemistry; about communication; about the synergy of watching humans working in synchronized perfection to reach a collective apex; about rebuilding and trying again. At its best, a sports team can represent an entire region’s pride and identity, like a family’s last name.\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>When I think of baby Chazaro entering the world, I wonder how he’ll fit into the rhythm and structure of our unit. How we’ll have to adapt, and apply everything we know in order to coach him up. How our fun-sized rookie will develop his own skills and talents as we provide a healthy environment for him to thrive into his full potential.\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>There will be turnovers. There will be miscommunications. There will be losses. 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"content": "\u003cp>\u003cem>This week, as we near the end of 2022, the writers and editors of KQED Arts & Culture are reflecting on \u003ca href=\"https://www.kqed.org/arts/tag/one-beautiful-thing\">One Beautiful Thing\u003c/a> from the year. Here, during a year of violence and tumult in her home country, editor Nastia Voynovskaya finds herself reconnecting with old ways to help reckon with the increasingly precarious present.\u003c/em>\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>[dropcap]W[/dropcap]hen Russia invaded Ukraine in February, visceral panic spread through my immigrant community as we watched bombings and evacuations playing out live on social media. Some of my friends had relatives fleeing the attacks, and they waited for WhatsApp updates with worry and fear.\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>Many \u003ca href=\"https://www.kqed.org/arts/13909903/for-many-former-soviet-immigrants-russias-war-on-ukraine-is-horrific\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener noreferrer\">Russians and Ukrainians are literally kin\u003c/a>, as we are in my blended family, and the war began to tear us apart. Clashing views led to schisms in relationships. Russians like me who didn’t support the invasion were forced to reexamine the foundations of our identity.\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>My reexamination came about in a somewhat unexpected way — yet maybe one that was predestined.\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>\u003cimg loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignright size-full wp-image-13922061\" src=\"https://ww2.kqed.org/app/uploads/sites/2/2022/11/Nastia.bio_.thumbnail.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"160\" height=\"184\">Assimilation comes with a sense of loss. Immigrants acquire a new accent, and new habits, and grow alienated from our old ways of life. I’ve held on, trying to find a bicultural identity in the aisles of Russian markets, in music and in books. But I’ve had to make a concerted effort to stay in touch with my culture as I get older and more American. After the war started, questions began to run through my mind. \u003cem>Was it actually worth the struggle to prove I belong to something that seems so hateful? Wouldn’t erasing my identity because of shame become its own form of pain?\u003c/em>\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>[ad fullwidth]\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>I was grieving on multiple levels. My grandfather, my last grandparent, passed away in St. Petersburg a week before the invasion. As economic sanctions, flight cancellations and mass arrests of anti-war protesters \u003ca href=\"https://www.kqed.org/arts/13910742/jc-smith-jackie-gage-san-jose-musicians-russia-war-ukraine\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener noreferrer\">sparked chaos in Russia\u003c/a>, it began to sink in that I had no idea when I might be able to safely return to my hometown.\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>My Russian group chat lit up with \u003ca href=\"https://novaukraine.org/en/homepage/\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener noreferrer\">relief\u003c/a> \u003ca href=\"https://upogau.org/\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener noreferrer\">fundraisers\u003c/a> and updates, and even as I tried to find productive ways to help, my anxiety showed no signs of letting up. I knew I needed to get grounded, to get back into my body.\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>In March, I was invited to a wedding in snowy Utah, where my outdoorsy friends incorporated skiing into their nuptials. I had only skied a handful of times in my life, so I was unaccustomed to how the cold air numbed my chin, and how snow felt going down my ski pants when I fell. But as I descended the slopes at speeds way beyond my comfort zone, I had no choice but to be present. Gripping my ski poles in simultaneous awe and terror, I flew past green pines glistening with puffs of powdery snow, and watched snowflakes swirl as wind and fog drifted in over a mountain ridge in the distance. After a few hours, my jaw unclenched and my brows unfurrowed. And as I defrosted in the shower, I realized that the cold air had filled me with an aliveness that I hadn’t felt in months.\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>I had to do it again.\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>The snow trip unlocked a deep memory, and I remembered that cold temperatures were my people’s ally. When I was a kid in St. Petersburg, my mom, like many Russian mothers, poured buckets of cold water on me and my sister after baths. It was part of a cultural belief that controlled exposure to cold temperatures would boost your immunity and make you more resilient \u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400\">—\u003c/span> the same reason people take their children swimming in the \u003ca href=\"https://www.ruptly.tv/en/videos/20170129-037-Russia-Mothers-and-children-plunge-into-near-frozen-Lake-Baikal-\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener noreferrer\">frozen waters of Siberia’s Lake Baikal\u003c/a>. In Russian it’s called “zakalivaniye organizma,” or hardening of the body. And it was preached as an integral part of a healthy lifestyle by a controversial Ukrainian-Russian mystic with a Zeus-like beard, whose teachings helped me understand my experience on the slopes.\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>[dropcap]P[/dropcap]orfiriy Ivanov was \u003ca href=\"https://www.rbth.com/history/333017-porfiriy-ivanov-russian-yogi-or-fraud\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener noreferrer\">an eccentric character born in 1898 in the Luhansk Region of Ukraine\u003c/a>, which was then part of the Russian Empire and is currently on contested land. An ice-water evangelist, he claimed to have cured himself of cancer by \u003ca href=\"http://kaznovsky.chat.ru/ogonyek.htm\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener noreferrer\">dousing himself in cold water\u003c/a> and walking in the snow barefoot. Throughout his long life, he wore shorts in freezing temperatures. His nonconformist attitude and allusions to supernatural powers were so controversial that he was tortured by Nazis during World War II. Later, he was twice sentenced to a brutal Soviet mental institution. After he died in 1983, the Russian Orthodox church labeled him a heretic.\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>My mom had been one of Ivanov’s followers in the early ’90s. I had always regarded this as a quirky fact of our lives in the old country, but my recent exposure to the cold made me wonder if this strange healer’s methods might have a place in my life.\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>Blasting myself with cold water at the end of a shower became a hack for treating anxiety. The sheer physical shock forced me to breathe deeply and enter a Zen state that I rarely had the patience to achieve through meditation. When I took turns roasting myself in the sauna and jumping into the freezing cold plunge at San Francisco’s Russian bathhouse, Archimedes Banya, the extreme temperatures banished my intrusive thoughts like a lobotomy.\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>Could this be the cure for my chronic affliction of overthinking? Newly emboldened by my cold water tolerance, and thanks to the encouragement of a surfer friend, I recently immersed myself in the chilly waters of the Pacific Ocean — in November. The waves thrashed me around as I attempted to get up on a board, and even though I only made it to my knees, I felt proud. Once again, the cold temperature put me in an altered state where sensory experiences felt more real: My eyes widened, and I was conscious of my heartbeat. Amid the intensity, I felt a calm that’s hard to come by on an average day of consuming news on social media.\u003c/p>\n\u003cfigure id=\"attachment_13922052\" class=\"wp-caption aligncenter\" style=\"max-width: 800px\">\u003cimg loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"size-medium wp-image-13922052\" src=\"https://ww2.kqed.org/app/uploads/sites/2/2022/11/IMG_6631-800x600.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"800\" height=\"600\" srcset=\"https://cdn.kqed.org/wp-content/uploads/sites/2/2022/11/IMG_6631-800x600.jpg 800w, https://cdn.kqed.org/wp-content/uploads/sites/2/2022/11/IMG_6631-1020x765.jpg 1020w, https://cdn.kqed.org/wp-content/uploads/sites/2/2022/11/IMG_6631-160x120.jpg 160w, https://cdn.kqed.org/wp-content/uploads/sites/2/2022/11/IMG_6631-768x576.jpg 768w, https://cdn.kqed.org/wp-content/uploads/sites/2/2022/11/IMG_6631-1536x1152.jpg 1536w, https://cdn.kqed.org/wp-content/uploads/sites/2/2022/11/IMG_6631-2048x1536.jpg 2048w, https://cdn.kqed.org/wp-content/uploads/sites/2/2022/11/IMG_6631-1920x1440.jpg 1920w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 800px) 100vw, 800px\">\u003cfigcaption class=\"wp-caption-text\">Nastia Voynovskaya attempts to surf in Pacifica. \u003ccite>(Joi Ward)\u003c/cite>\u003c/figcaption>\u003c/figure>\n\u003cp>Maybe Porfiriy Ivanov had a point: Cold water makes you more resilient. 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I knew I needed to get grounded, to get back into my body.\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>In March, I was invited to a wedding in snowy Utah, where my outdoorsy friends incorporated skiing into their nuptials. I had only skied a handful of times in my life, so I was unaccustomed to how the cold air numbed my chin, and how snow felt going down my ski pants when I fell. But as I descended the slopes at speeds way beyond my comfort zone, I had no choice but to be present. Gripping my ski poles in simultaneous awe and terror, I flew past green pines glistening with puffs of powdery snow, and watched snowflakes swirl as wind and fog drifted in over a mountain ridge in the distance. After a few hours, my jaw unclenched and my brows unfurrowed. And as I defrosted in the shower, I realized that the cold air had filled me with an aliveness that I hadn’t felt in months.\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>I had to do it again.\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>The snow trip unlocked a deep memory, and I remembered that cold temperatures were my people’s ally. When I was a kid in St. Petersburg, my mom, like many Russian mothers, poured buckets of cold water on me and my sister after baths. It was part of a cultural belief that controlled exposure to cold temperatures would boost your immunity and make you more resilient \u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400\">—\u003c/span> the same reason people take their children swimming in the \u003ca href=\"https://www.ruptly.tv/en/videos/20170129-037-Russia-Mothers-and-children-plunge-into-near-frozen-Lake-Baikal-\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener noreferrer\">frozen waters of Siberia’s Lake Baikal\u003c/a>. In Russian it’s called “zakalivaniye organizma,” or hardening of the body. And it was preached as an integral part of a healthy lifestyle by a controversial Ukrainian-Russian mystic with a Zeus-like beard, whose teachings helped me understand my experience on the slopes.\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>\u003c/p>\u003cp>\u003cspan class=\"utils-parseShortcode-shortcodes-__dropcapShortcode__dropcap\">P\u003c/span>\u003c/p>\u003cp>orfiriy Ivanov was \u003ca href=\"https://www.rbth.com/history/333017-porfiriy-ivanov-russian-yogi-or-fraud\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener noreferrer\">an eccentric character born in 1898 in the Luhansk Region of Ukraine\u003c/a>, which was then part of the Russian Empire and is currently on contested land. An ice-water evangelist, he claimed to have cured himself of cancer by \u003ca href=\"http://kaznovsky.chat.ru/ogonyek.htm\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener noreferrer\">dousing himself in cold water\u003c/a> and walking in the snow barefoot. Throughout his long life, he wore shorts in freezing temperatures. His nonconformist attitude and allusions to supernatural powers were so controversial that he was tortured by Nazis during World War II. Later, he was twice sentenced to a brutal Soviet mental institution. After he died in 1983, the Russian Orthodox church labeled him a heretic.\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>My mom had been one of Ivanov’s followers in the early ’90s. I had always regarded this as a quirky fact of our lives in the old country, but my recent exposure to the cold made me wonder if this strange healer’s methods might have a place in my life.\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>Blasting myself with cold water at the end of a shower became a hack for treating anxiety. The sheer physical shock forced me to breathe deeply and enter a Zen state that I rarely had the patience to achieve through meditation. When I took turns roasting myself in the sauna and jumping into the freezing cold plunge at San Francisco’s Russian bathhouse, Archimedes Banya, the extreme temperatures banished my intrusive thoughts like a lobotomy.\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>Could this be the cure for my chronic affliction of overthinking? Newly emboldened by my cold water tolerance, and thanks to the encouragement of a surfer friend, I recently immersed myself in the chilly waters of the Pacific Ocean — in November. The waves thrashed me around as I attempted to get up on a board, and even though I only made it to my knees, I felt proud. Once again, the cold temperature put me in an altered state where sensory experiences felt more real: My eyes widened, and I was conscious of my heartbeat. 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"content": "\u003cp>\u003cem>This week, as we near the end of 2022, the writers and editors of KQED Arts & Culture are reflecting on \u003ca href=\"https://ww2.kqed.org/arts/tag/one-beautiful-thing\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener noreferrer\">One Beautiful Thing\u003c/a> from the year. 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Casually walking in the opposite direction, the boys, complete strangers to me, were instantly recognizable.\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>One kid wore a red baseball cap and red shirt with the word “Stuyvesant” on it. The second had scruffy black hair and (despite the very hot weather) sported a black leather jacket over a white T-shirt. The third kid had on blue double denim paired with a FILA logo shirt, a baseball cap, and a VW chain hanging around his neck. The words leapt out of my mouth before I’d had a chance to even think about them. “It’s the Beastie Boys!” I yelled across the boardwalk.\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>All three boys heard me and immediately erupted into the kind of undiluted glee that only comes when someone finally recognizes your brilliance for the first time. Once they’d calmed down a bit, I asked if I could take their photo for posterity. The trio happily obliged, then went on their way, excitedly chatting about what had just happened.\u003c/p>\n\u003cfigure id=\"attachment_13921908\" class=\"wp-caption aligncenter\" style=\"max-width: 800px\">\u003cimg loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"size-medium wp-image-13921908\" src=\"https://ww2.kqed.org/app/uploads/sites/2/2022/11/Screen-Shot-2022-11-22-at-4.54.26-PM-800x847.png\" alt=\"Three teenage boys huddle together, smiling broadly, while dressed like the Beastie Boys.\" width=\"800\" height=\"847\" srcset=\"https://cdn.kqed.org/wp-content/uploads/sites/2/2022/11/Screen-Shot-2022-11-22-at-4.54.26-PM-800x847.png 800w, https://cdn.kqed.org/wp-content/uploads/sites/2/2022/11/Screen-Shot-2022-11-22-at-4.54.26-PM-1020x1079.png 1020w, https://cdn.kqed.org/wp-content/uploads/sites/2/2022/11/Screen-Shot-2022-11-22-at-4.54.26-PM-160x169.png 160w, https://cdn.kqed.org/wp-content/uploads/sites/2/2022/11/Screen-Shot-2022-11-22-at-4.54.26-PM-768x813.png 768w, https://cdn.kqed.org/wp-content/uploads/sites/2/2022/11/Screen-Shot-2022-11-22-at-4.54.26-PM.png 1066w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 800px) 100vw, 800px\">\u003cfigcaption class=\"wp-caption-text\">The super-rad teens who walked around Santa Cruz Beach Boardwalk dressed like 1986 Beastie Boys for no reason. \u003ccite>(Rae Alexandra)\u003c/cite>\u003c/figcaption>\u003c/figure>\n\u003cp>I didn’t ask these goofy, incredibly cool kids their names. I didn’t ask them any questions. We simply shared a moment of mutual respect. I respected them for their musical knowledge and attention to detail; they respected that I recognized their point of reference. I suspect our brief exchange was far more important to me, however, than it was to them.\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>[ad fullwidth]\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>I was 8 years old when the music video for “\u003ca href=\"https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eBShN8qT4lk\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener noreferrer\">(You Gotta) Fight For Your Right (To Party)\u003c/a>” — the source of the Santa Cruz teenagers’ outfits — was released. The Beastie Boys went on to soundtrack most of my formative years. I spent the mid-’90s cultivating a wardrobe almost entirely based on the band’s “\u003ca href=\"https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ru3gH27Fn6E\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener noreferrer\">So What’cha Want\u003c/a>” video. In 1996, when Kathleen Hanna from Bikini Kill starting dating the Beasties’ Ad Rock, it absolved me of the feminist guilt that had plagued me for still appreciating their earliest records. In college, I noticed that the Beastie Boys were the great leveler — the one thing the punk rock kids, the hip-hop kids, the skater kids and the stoner kids could all agree on.\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>Back then, truly loving a band was hard work. You had to own physical copies of their records (including imports) in order to listen to them. Sometimes you had to order these from the record store, or a mail-order catalog, and sometimes that took over a month. You had to keep a blank tape in the VCR at all times if you wanted to watch your favorite videos on demand later. In the pre-internet age, I remember that coming by Beastie Boys merch — let alone a copy of \u003cem>Grand Royal\u003c/em>, the band’s own fanzine — required patience, persistence and a fair amount of postage. But there was joy in the hunt, and unbelievable satisfaction in finally getting your hands on what you’d wanted.\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>Truthfully, I’ve spent years now feeling bad for Gen Z and their relationship with music. When you have every song in the history of the world in your pocket, the joy of discovery is reduced. The tactile joys of the record store are absent. The price of concert tickets is now astronomically high in part because physical album sales figures are so low — which results in bands being way less physically accessible. Worst of all, with streaming services’ \u003ca href=\"https://www.theverge.com/2021/11/10/22774897/spotify-connect-autoplay-default-speaker-music-streaming\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener noreferrer\">insistence on autoplay\u003c/a>, songs are often listened to by algorithm, and not by complete album as the artist originally intended. When the hunt is gone, I’ve long worried, the rewards are fleeting.\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>So the teenaged Beastie Boys of Santa Cruz carried some important lessons for 44-year-old me. They taught me that, despite having all the musical options in the world, Gen Z kids still know a Really Great Anthem when they hear it. They let me know that young energy once spent on hunting for music and merch hasn’t disappeared; it’s merely transformed into new forms of dedication. (Like, I don’t know, spending Monday afternoon dressed up like a band most of your friends haven’t even heard of.)\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>My boardwalk Beasties encounter also taught me that the Beastie Boys are \u003cem>still\u003c/em> a great leveler — and that the spirit of teen rebellion transcends generational barriers. More than anything, these teens let me know that, while they may not do music fandom exactly how we did it, the Gen Z kids are just fine.\u003c/p>\n\n",
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"content": "\u003cdiv class=\"post-body\">\u003cp>\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>I was 8 years old when the music video for “\u003ca href=\"https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eBShN8qT4lk\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener noreferrer\">(You Gotta) Fight For Your Right (To Party)\u003c/a>” — the source of the Santa Cruz teenagers’ outfits — was released. The Beastie Boys went on to soundtrack most of my formative years. I spent the mid-’90s cultivating a wardrobe almost entirely based on the band’s “\u003ca href=\"https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ru3gH27Fn6E\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener noreferrer\">So What’cha Want\u003c/a>” video. In 1996, when Kathleen Hanna from Bikini Kill starting dating the Beasties’ Ad Rock, it absolved me of the feminist guilt that had plagued me for still appreciating their earliest records. In college, I noticed that the Beastie Boys were the great leveler — the one thing the punk rock kids, the hip-hop kids, the skater kids and the stoner kids could all agree on.\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>Back then, truly loving a band was hard work. You had to own physical copies of their records (including imports) in order to listen to them. Sometimes you had to order these from the record store, or a mail-order catalog, and sometimes that took over a month. You had to keep a blank tape in the VCR at all times if you wanted to watch your favorite videos on demand later. In the pre-internet age, I remember that coming by Beastie Boys merch — let alone a copy of \u003cem>Grand Royal\u003c/em>, the band’s own fanzine — required patience, persistence and a fair amount of postage. But there was joy in the hunt, and unbelievable satisfaction in finally getting your hands on what you’d wanted.\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>Truthfully, I’ve spent years now feeling bad for Gen Z and their relationship with music. When you have every song in the history of the world in your pocket, the joy of discovery is reduced. The tactile joys of the record store are absent. The price of concert tickets is now astronomically high in part because physical album sales figures are so low — which results in bands being way less physically accessible. Worst of all, with streaming services’ \u003ca href=\"https://www.theverge.com/2021/11/10/22774897/spotify-connect-autoplay-default-speaker-music-streaming\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener noreferrer\">insistence on autoplay\u003c/a>, songs are often listened to by algorithm, and not by complete album as the artist originally intended. When the hunt is gone, I’ve long worried, the rewards are fleeting.\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>So the teenaged Beastie Boys of Santa Cruz carried some important lessons for 44-year-old me. They taught me that, despite having all the musical options in the world, Gen Z kids still know a Really Great Anthem when they hear it. They let me know that young energy once spent on hunting for music and merch hasn’t disappeared; it’s merely transformed into new forms of dedication. (Like, I don’t know, spending Monday afternoon dressed up like a band most of your friends haven’t even heard of.)\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>My boardwalk Beasties encounter also taught me that the Beastie Boys are \u003cem>still\u003c/em> a great leveler — and that the spirit of teen rebellion transcends generational barriers. More than anything, these teens let me know that, while they may not do music fandom exactly how we did it, the Gen Z kids are just fine.\u003c/p>\n\n\u003c/div>\u003c/p>",
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