February 1, 1998 |
Every spring since he was 5, former Notre Dame High first baseman Glen Carson played baseball until he encountered an opponent that he "would not wish upon my worst enemy." During his senior year at Nevada, Carson was baffled at the sudden deterioration of his body. He suffered weight loss, diarrhea and severe stomach pain. A disease with no known cure--Crohn's disease--was attacking his intestines.
April 18, 1989 |
Dr. Jay Goldstein of Anaheim Hills has spent the last five years researching and treating patients with chronic fatigue syndrome, a debilitating disease characterized by incapacitating exhaustion and a range of other perplexing symptoms. Explaining his theory of an unknown retrovirus invading the immune system, inducing cells to produce a chemical transmitter affecting the entire body, Goldstein pauses. "You know," the family practitioner says, "some very respected physicians will tell you I am crazy."
August 12, 1990 |
Put a cowboy hat on a microphone and you have Gerald Haslam, whose short stories have recorded the landscapes, the working-class customs and, above all, the voices of the Bakersfield area for two decades now. Okies, Indians, blacks and Latinos; ranchers, roughnecks and a few who got education but could never get the dust and oil and tule fog out of their blood--Haslam lets them all sound off. "That Constant Coyote" consists of six new stories and 19 that Haslam published as long ago as 1972.
August 31, 2003 |
Katharine HAAKE is the director of the creative writing program at Cal State Northridge and, not incidentally, the niece of the man who served as chief engineer for the construction of Shasta Dam. These two points of reference allow us to fix her masterful novel "That Water, Those Rocks" on the literary landscape.
November 9, 1991 |
The prominent NBA player met a beautiful young woman after a road game at a restaurant near the arena and, after a few drinks, asked if he could go home with her. She agreed, with one condition. In return for her companionship, he had to give her a pair of autographed sneakers. When they arrived at her bedroom, he fulfilled his part of the agreement, producing the shoes from his shoulder bag and signing them.
July 13, 2003 |
Geography focuses on features of the landscape that can be observed and measured, including climate, vegetation, population and land use. But the geographers whose essays are collected by editor Gary J. Hausladen in "Western Places, American Myths" affirm that the American West transcends such tools of measurement. To truly understand the West, they acknowledge, a scientist must consider not only what we know but also what we think we know.
CALIFORNIA | LOCAL
March 24, 2012 |
Even in territory as well-traversed as California, biologists can discover new creatures. The latest? A species of scorpion in Death Valley National Park. Wernerius inyoensis is tiny — just over half an inch long — and may live underground. Matthew Graham, a doctoral student at the University of Nevada, Las Vegas, discovered it during a nighttime search of the park, using a special ultraviolet light that made the animal glow in the dark. Scorpions have chemicals in their exoskeletons that fluoresce under UV light.
January 10, 1988 |
Not to know their own prophets is rather a serious predicament for women . --Mary Austin O'Keeffe, Austin, Luhan, Cather, Newhall, New Mexico, Arizona, California, Colorado, Bones, Trails, Adobe, Sun, Space--the words have become equivalent in the artistic consciousness of this century. Georgia, Mary, Mabel Dodge, Willa and Nancy are names synonymous with the Southwestern landscape. Hard edges, wild spaces, endless skies, mythic forms, a singular freedom to be oneself in the neutrality of openness are the legacy of these white women artists who came to the Southwest of the United States wearing laurels of achievement from literary and artistic lives in the East.
August 1, 2003 |
Someone is gunning for Marion "Suge" Knight. The head of Death Row Records grew famous glamorizing gang violence. He called his artists "inmates." His company logo depicted a hooded convict strapped into an electric chair. His producers grafted violent lyrics onto driving rhythms, punctuated by shotgun blasts and wailing sirens. That was make-believe mayhem. Now, Knight is being stalked by the real thing.