Join Michael Messner of the Speedwell Foundation on April 8th at the Arrogant Butcher.
Learn how parks and open space can help solve the urban real estate crisis.
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Join Michael Messner of the Speedwell Foundation on April 8th at the Arrogant Butcher.
Learn how parks and open space can help solve the urban real estate crisis.
See more here:
Globally Acclaimed Event Makes its Phoenix Debut at Downtown’s Historic Icehouse
SATURDAY, APRIL 30, 2011
THE ICEHOUSE | 429 W JACKSON ST, PHOENIX AZ 85007
7pm Potluck | 9pm Slideshow
FOR IMMEDIATE RELEASE Phoenix, AZ (March 24, 2011) Slideluck Potshow’s singular mashup of art and food makes its Phoenix debut with a twist … a farmers market collaboration with the Phoenix Public Market. PHOENIX PUBLIC MARKET is a program of Community Food Connections (CFC), a non-profit that provides fresh, locally grown produce and foods at downtown’s Urban Grocery and Wine Bar and Wednesday/Saturday open air farmers’ market at Central Avenue and Pierce Street.
SLIDELUCK POTSHOW, a New York City-based non-profit arts organization, brings together arts-appreciators and foodies for an unforgettable evening. Phoenix co-producer Kristin Altman explained, “The event began in a Seattle backyard ten years ago and now spans the globe to cities including London, São Paolo, Milan, L.A., Barcelona, Chicago, Mexico City, Stockholm, Rome, Washington DC, New Orleans, San Francisco, Madrid, Berlin, New York, Paris, and more. As a Phoenix native, I’m excited to make our mark.”
The night begins with mingling and dining on the home-cooked dishes of attendees. Then the lights go down, the crowd is hushed, and a stunning slideshow begins. Attendees are encouraged to use ingredients from the Phoenix Public Market … pick up some vegetables, fruits, meats, breads, cheeses, pastas, or other goods at the farmers’ market or Urban Grocery and Wine Bar the week of the event and use it in your potluck dish … doing so gets you $5 back at the door.
CFC’s executive director Cindy Gentry and her supporters have made it their mission to increase access to fresh, nutritious food in underserved areas, promote economic development opportunities for farmers and micro-businesses, and provide a community gathering space that celebrates Phoenix’s cultural diversity. Dispelling the notion that fresh food is a luxury, Gentry keeps prices low and has empowered customers to use food stamps. A champion of all things local, her work is a testament to the values of simplicity, value, and community. “We’re excited about tying food and art together at this event,” Gentry said. “People who appreciate the art of a good, hearty meal often find pleasure in the visual arts as well. This event is about exploring all those senses. It fits with the food movement. It’s a sign of our times.”
Davin Lavikka, owner of Method Art gallery in the Scottsdale Arts District, and Wayne Rainey, owner-partner of Bokeh Gallery downtown Phoenix, are curating the art submissions. Artists featured will be a captivating mix of the accomplished and the up-and-coming. Lavikka enthused, “I’m thrilled to be part of this. We’ll be bringing all types together – supporters of the arts, food enthusiasts, students, people eager for a different kind of night out. Sitting at the historic Icehouse surrounded by friends, in front of the glowing screen, taking it all in – this is what the arts are all about.”
CONTACT: Kristin Altman 323 807 8430 & Richard Ross 773 343 5696 / firstname.lastname@example.org
For those of you new to Phoenix, you may not know that just about this time of year you can get all the free grapefruit and oranges you want over in the Arcadia neighborhood.
Some of the owners of these massive, lush properties have more fruit than they know what to do with. Many of these trees are left over from when this area was all orchards. Some are newer.
Had you driven last weekend along Exeter or Lafayette Boulevards between 44th and 64th Streets and you would have seen many massive boxes on palettes full of fruit, or just piles of fruit along the side of the street.
I was showing properties along there this weekend and we stopped to pick up about 30 grapefruit for my clients.
The idea here is to get the fruit off the ground so the roof rats don’t have anything to eat. But it is a wonderful way to provide food and beauty at the same time.
Which brings me to my rant for the day.
We waste millions of gallons of water per year on decorative orange trees in Phoenix, as well as trees that could produce dates, figs, pecans and olives. Instead of just tossing these in the landfill, we could produce a millions tons of food for people to, you know, actually eat!
People have said to me that we don’t want more fruit trees because it will encourage roof rats. Well, decorative orange trees attract roof rats, we have to clean them up and we don’t get any benefit from them.
We just have to handle the edible fruit wisely: harvest it and get it picked up right away.
I think we should encourage a culture of urban harvesting in Phoenix. We are not talking about a massive undertaking here. Just a change in awareness.
I’ve harvested about 20 pounds of pecans from the two trees here at my condo complex. That, my friends, is a lot of pies.
We certainly don’t have the idealized Normal Rockwell life, but then neither did he, and that is what makes us thankful for what we have. (I figure that was not lost on Norman, either.)
I am thankful for my family, for Amy and for my true friends. I have made new friends on this year’s journey that will last a lifetime and I have reconnected with old friends.
I am thankful for even the losses, because they make me a stronger and wiser.
I am thankful for all of those who have entrusted me with their very personal and important real estate decisions. It is a hard time for both buyers and sellers and patience will win the day.
I am thankful and grateful for my co-conspirators at Get Your PHX and excited for Phoestivus.
I am also thankful and grateful for those who are willing to take the hard stance with me to reform Arizona.
Eat well, enjoy the day and make it Rockwellian.
The weather is stunning and the houses are open. Please join us at either one of these great properties on Sunday from 1pm to 5pm!
Please see this PDF file (OH_Tour-2010_1114-LETTER) for a list of all 44 homes that are on the Group Open House tour tomorrow, Sunday, November 14th.
This Group Open House covers North Central Phoenix. Please have a look and visit a few homes! This is a buyer’s market, so this is the time to look!
We are excited to bring you the First Annual Phoestivus Market on December 15th, 2010.
We hope that this will be the start of a new tradition in Arizona. Because, really? Who doesn’t like a gifts, food and chestnuts on a cool(ish) Arizona December evening?
We are highlighting locally-owned, organic and locally produced food and wares.
We will be at the Phoenix Public Market at 14 East Pierce in Downtown Phoenix. (Map it)
We are very grateful for our event co-sponsors: CenPho.com, CO+HOOTS, Downtown Phoenix Partnership, Grand Avenue Merchant’s Association, Local First AZ, Phoenix Community Alliance, Phoenix Public Market and Roosevelt Row.
Please Note: The application deadline has passed for new vendor applications. Please direct questions to Monika.
Application — As this is our first year, we are adapting the normal application that the good folks at the Downtown Public Market use. Download the Vendor Application and guidelines. Please send application to Monika at email@example.com. You can fax your application to 602-256-0117.
Cost –– Info coming soon.
Deadline for Application: December 5, or until the 20 spots are reserved (first come, first serve).
Other Conditions: Only locally-grown or produced goods and foods. Please see the application for guidelines.
Questions: Please contact Monika at firstname.lastname@example.org or at 623.486.0737.
Please help us spread the word. Please download the image of the poster and share it on email, Facebook or whatever floats your boat. (See here for Phoestivus Poster.pdf or click here for the JPEG version)
For this event, we are looking for holiday-themed products and food to help us make this First Annual Phoestivus Market memorable. Please focus your attention, decoration and inventory in that direction.
79 people applied to be redistricting commissioners in time for the October 15th deadline.
Check out the story here.
There are some great names in there. Some I don’t know.
However, as I often say, this is the least noticed, but most important game in town right now. More important that the elections we are about to have.
Despite what some say, we could have more than 10 out of 30 state legislative districts be competitive. We have only 4 right now and our legislature favors extremism as a result. Further, it is simply unfair that over half of all registered voters effectively don’t have a choice in their elections in Arizona because whomever wins in the primary election in most districts will win in the general election.
How do we fix this? First, we get commissioners that agree that we can have more competitive districts. Second, we as citizens have to push back against those in government who will seek to draw districts for their own narrow interests. Redistricting is not rocket science and the ASU Morrison Institute is going to help you learn how to draw district lines using the best known mapping software, called Maptitude.
See here for more information about workshops that they will host in December. Unfortunately, they will cost money. So, it is best for groups or organizations to send somebody to participate.
For the sake of our state, please get involved!
More to come…
The phrase of the day is “Feed in Tariff”.
No, it is not a tax on over-eating at McDonalds.
It is a way of encouraging the use of renewable energy. Germany is most famous for this method, but it is not the only one. Read here about how our Corporation Commission might consider the issue.
Why is this important to you? Well, if you’ve ever asked “why don’t we have more solar in Arizona?”, then this is one major reason why.
There are two types of methods generally used.
1) Rebates –this is what we have now. Basically, if you install the panels, you get a rebate from the utility company (as required by the Corporation Commission).
Example: The gross cost for solar panels that I want to put on my roof is $15,000. The utility will give me a rebate of $8,000. Then I can also take various tax credits, etc. The ultimate cost will be around $7,000.
Why this is good: Its better than nothing, which is what we had.
Problems: You need to be able to come up with the initial cost (although leasing companies have made this a little better). Also, just because you install it does not mean that you will use it. Further, as the utilities are the ones who give out the rebates, they can slow the process of installation.
2) Feed in Tariff –The utility (and other rate payers) pay you for the electricity that you produce and put in to the system with renewable energy technology.
Example: My electric bill is $100 per month. But I know that every month I could generate $150 per month worth of electricity, based on current rates and what I know the utility will pay for the electricity I generate. I pocket $50 per month and get free electricity.
Why this is good: It gives investors certainty that they will get money back from their investment. It drives the installation of manufacturing for that renewable resource, but also energy efficiency (the less energy you use, the more money you pocket at the end of the month!).
Problem: Some argue that those rate-payers who don’t have solar have to absorb the cost difference of installing solar versus the cheaper coal/gas options. The important thing to keep in mind, however, is that (a) costs for solar are decreasing and (b) it will cost more if we wait and try to do it later.
So, look at this map. Who do you think would benefit if we do this the right way?
So, how’s this for an eventful evening?
I’m driving along Osborn Rd., near my home near 7th Ave and Osborn Road. Heading east. It’s dark. Last Thursday evening.
Got the setting in your head?
I pass this guy on the south side of the street (so, on my right for the directionally-challenged). He is just finishing tagging a large apartment building sign with green paint.
My jaw drops as I think, “Really, right out here where we can all see you? Really?”
I slow down to get a look. He sees me. I drive ahead a little to pull over on the north side of the street to call Crimestop, police non-emergency. (That’s 602-262-6151, in case you ever need it.)
I’m sitting in the parking lot of Superstar Video fighting with my iPhone to find the number, and he is moving east at a good pace. You have to keep a good pace up while tagging, you know. It’s just part of the mystique, I guess.
I look over my shoulder while the phone is dialing and he is crossing over the street to my side, right toward me. This is not a little kid. He’s no Andre the Giant either, but I’m guessing that he did not spend much time in the library over lunch hours. He is somewhere in his late teens or early twenties, I figure.
I’m on the phone with Crimestop trying to tell her two things at the same time: 1) I just saw this guy tag a sign and I’m watching him. I need to get cops here before I lose him; and 2) this guy is approaching my car, looking right at me with that arms-spread-out, hands-up, “wha’s up”, “you better move along” look.
She’s a little disbelieving for a second because police non-emergency normally expects to get calls about neighbors who won’t stop dumping yard waste in each other’s ally space. I’m sure it didn’t help that I was talking so quickly that she probably thought I was a Russian immigrant.
So, I’m staring at him and talking to her, not letting up. He’s giving me his best, “I’ll cut you” look.
I should mention at this point that I REALLY HATE TAGGERS. I mean with a passion. People work their butts off for their property, and these guys not only deface somebody else’s work, but they also make all of our lives just a little harder with every paint spray and pen stroke.
Don’t tell me its art. Don’t tell me its culture.
Tag up a piece of canvass that you paid for yourself and then I’ll believe you.
I guess he figured that he had successfully intimidated me, or that he better move on because I was still on the phone with somebody at this point.
He moves off ahead of me to the east and then easily, lightly reaches his arm out to a car parked 20 feet in front of me and sprays across the front hood.
I’m telling this to the Dispatch and I think she was taken aback by the gall of it as well, by the tone in her voice.
She say’s, “hold on, I’m trying to get some officers to you.” It goes quiet and tagger guy is moving east more quickly now, crossing 7th Ave.
I’m not about to lose this guy. My first perp, man! Are you kidding?
So, I swing my turbo-charged Toyota Pious out on to the street and hang back to watch were he is going. It was amazing that this guy had gotten himself up to the pace of an Olympic speed walker, but still kept that arms-swinging-across-the-butt, chest-high swagger that said, “Don’t cross me, man! I’ll paint you green!”
A few steps later, I see the a white spinning paint can leave his hand and disappear behind bush in front of Safeway and what used to be the old Furr’s Cafeteria (the octogenarians who used to hold up there would have been aghast at the sight).
So, I drive ahead of him so it looks like I gave up and I circled around in the Safeway parking lot, the whole time talking to Dispatch. I keep telling her where he is, even as he crosses back to the south side of the street and continues east.
Then a major development in the world of Ken, the Perp Tracker: the suspect takes off his dark shirt to reveal a white undershirt. Dark shirt thrown aside, he is starting to lose his swagger in favor of a faster gait.
This guy is a master of disguises. Not only did he ditch the paint can, but he changed clothes and now he’s running. Surely nobody will recognize him!
I swing out past the shoppers; open trunks, canvass reusable shopping bags in mid-pack, and on to the street again. Now he is on my right, but ahead of me by about 50 feet. He ducks in to one of the long, low-slung apartment buildings to my right and I pass as I watch him move down the breezeway, as if he just got back home from a light jog around the block.
I’m trying to describe this to Dispatch, who is intermittently leaving my company. She is trying to try to patch me in directly to the police line so I can talk to the officers in the cars and in the helicopter, which is on its way.
It did not work, unfortunately. VERY unfortunately. Because, admit it folks, how cool would THAT have been?!
So, I’m sitting on Osborn with my hazard lights on where I last saw him and I’m thinking I’d better move. If the cars going around me don’t take off a rear view mirror, then the police who are on their way are likely to think my dinky little car is an old plastic bag on the side of the road and drive over it.
So, I go back over to the Safeway parking lot and park closest to where I lost him. Dispatch (I’m great friends with her by now, so I can call her “Dispatch.” We’ve been through a lot together, don’t you know.), is asking me whether the officers are there yet.
By now two police SUVs are pulling up; one down the ally around where he went and another searching the street. The helicopter (yes, a helicopter for a tagger) is over head looking for him. I distinctly remember saying to Dispatch, “Wow, they got here fast! I love you guys! Great job!”
Yep. Adrenaline makes you say stupid things.
A third SUV enters Osborn further to the east as I see Perpie (I can call him “Perpie” now. We’ve been through a lot together, don’t you know.) walk out of the apartment buildings and back to Osborn. His entire demeanor is as if to say, “Me? I’m just out for a stroll while I compose some poetry about dandelions.”
I’m telling Dispatch, “That’s him, you’ve got him in the helicopter spotlight”, as if her desk is in the helicopter and she can see any of this. The officers just pull him aside and detain him. No running. No “Cops” Reggae music soundtrack.
Dispatch, being the experienced and busy woman that she is gets my digits, asks me to stay put and hangs up.
So, to speed up this story (because I know that you probably have work that you should be doing right now, rather than reading this), I talk to the officer, identify Perp, take the officers to the can of paint, show them where he spray painted the car, which is now gone (poor people), and point out the tagged apartment building sign.
I was especially proud when one cop, after the officers had hauled Perp away and we were all talking in front of Superstar Video, gives me the best complement I’d ever heard. He said, “Man, I’ve never seen a civilian tail a suspect like that. You should have heard the play-by-play on the radio. We knew just where to get him.”
Now, this is just a tagging. I know. It seems silly in some ways to detail this chase. We are not talking about armed robbery here.
But I am simultaneously proud of being a part of catching Perp and cognizant of the comedy of a guy like me driving around in a little Toyota Prius with police and a helicopter tracking a small time crook.
It makes me realize what our officers go through night after night and how happy I am that I don’t have to do it.
The next day I went out to my car and found that he tagged my driver’s side headlight while he was crossing in front of my car, trying to intimidate me.
I took pictures and let the reporting officer know.
In re-reading this story, it is neither as funny or as exciting as it was when it happened. Again, its the adrenaline.
I am also reflecting on the fact that a kid like this, whom I learned is 17 years old, probably has nobody to take him aside and tell him, “This is not the route you want to take for your life. Divert now and let me tell you how.” That makes me deeply sad.
However, I still feel that we should not back down from people like this out of fear. That is when we lose our neighborhoods again.
“As a map maker, I can have more of an impact on an election than a campaign. More of an impact than a candidate. When I as a mapmaker have more of an impact on an election than voters, the system is out of whack.”
–Consultant David Winston who drew House districts for the GOP after the 1990 U.S. Census.
Well, now is your chance to help us fix the most crucial problem facing Arizona today. You can become one of our 5 redistricting commissioners.
The 5 commissioners (2 Republicans, 2 Democrats and 1 Independent who will be the chairman), will be chosen beginning in January to oversee the drawing of our legislative and congressional lines. As you can see from the quote above, this is an incredibly influential and important job. You could choose to maintain Arizona’s dysfunctional system of elections, or you could the agent of reform that will affect Arizona for the next generation.
In order to be a commissioner you:
You can apply by going to www.arizona-redistricting-nominations.com. Applications are easy to fill out and are due by October 15th at 5pm.
Watch for more information from me on this issue. But for now, I cannot overstate the importance of this process. the district lines that we draw will determine whether Arizona will move forward, or miss its potential altogether.