I’m a Northern California boy, through and through. I grew up ten minutes north of Berkeley, studied computer science engineering at Davis about 45 minutes away, and then was fortunate enough to have the industry I went to school for bloom around me. I spent my post-university career living around the Bay Area, the last four years in the Mission in San Francisco. I am attuned to things that are uniquely San Francisco: burritos, surly Asian women serving me pho, co-workers into fringe politics, passive-aggressiveness.
Choire Sicha, co-editor of The Awl (tagline: “Be Less Stupid”), has contributed an essay called “Terminal Miami” to the New York Times “Townies” series about his move from the Big Apple to the Magic City. Preciously, the reason given for the series’ Miami vacation — “Townies” pieces are usually about life in New York — is that it is spring break. Backhanded raisons d’être notwithstanding, Sicha’s piece is excellent, a well-written, funny, outsider’s account of our strange city, with its car-horn soundtrack and reptiles and “Jello-y air”, that rings true to this native. Here’s an excerpt:
Arielle Angel is a Miami native and Brooklyn-based writer and artist, the co-founder of ketuv.com, and an occasional Beached Miami contributor.
On New Year’s Eve, on my way to a potluck in North Miami Beach, I spotted a Shih-Tzu running headlong at my car with his tongue hanging out, the poof of his off-white fur ablaze in my headlights. I stopped the car and opened the door. He jumped in and laid down in the passenger seat. He was filthy and collarless. Just like that, I had a dog.