This year, the best Miami Bike Hunters will take home two $400 Republic Bike gift cards.
Update: The prepay period is officially over! If you did not prepay for the Hunt, you can not participate. Please do not show up on Saturday expecting to pay in person. We will not be accepting any team registration fees on the day of the Hunt. — 11/8/12, 12:10 p.m.
Attention sly cyclists of Miami: On Saturday, November 10, Beached Miami and Emerge Miami invite you to take part in the second-annual Miami Bike Hunt for a chance to win amazing prizes. Here’s how it works:
— Form a two-person team (no more, no less)
— Tackle an inexhaustible list of fun South Beach-based challenges (provided by us on the day of the hunt)
— To earn points, share photos of completed challenges via Twitter with the hashtag #bikehunt305 (at least one team member must have a Twitter account and a way to upload photos to Twitter on the fly)
— The team with the most points at the end of the hunt wins the grand prize
As many in Miami have heard by now, visionary developer and passionate preservationist Tony Goldman died on Tuesday of heart failure at the age of 68. “His company, Goldman Properties, transformed Miami Beach from a moth-eaten retirement enclave and narcotics war zone into a celebrity playground, and Wynwood from a gritty warehouse district and homeless encampment into a vibrant arts center where monthly gallery walks draw thousands,” according to the Miami Herald.
In a June 11 post titled “In Miami, We Don’t Stop for Pedestrians”, Miami Beach 411 blogger Matt Meltzer made the self-evidently stupid suggestion that motorists break the law — for example, by not yielding to pedestrians — to compensate for “pedestrian-biased laws” that, he says, account for Miami’s traffic problems.
In Meltzer’s shorthand: “lawlessness = efficiency”. Here’s an excerpt:
The Abbey Brewing Company, at 1115 16th Street in South Beach, has reopened. -- photo by Robby Campbell
Many was the night in the last what-feels-like-forever that I wished The Abbey Brewing Company, located in South Beach, would finish its expansion and reopen. Finally, according to Thrillist, it has: “… the formerly minuscule beer haven has returned as a whole new Abbey after the owners tore apart the former digs, then carefully pieced them back together to create a much roomier, refurbished wood-lined interior they claim ‘brings it up to the 21st century’.” The building expansion is welcome news, as is the menu expansion to include whiskey at the previously beer-only watering hole. To learn more about the Abbey’s intoxicating return, check out the Thrillist post.
Soulwax, led by the Belgian brothers Dewaele, played the MOCA LA-Deitch Projects party Wednesday night.
Last year, the invitation-only, joint Art Basel Miami Beach kickoff party thrown by MOCA LA and Deitch Projects was possibly the most buzzed-about party for the Venn diagram overlap of cool kids from the art and music worlds. The occasion, then, was a private set by LCD Soundsystem, then already rumored to be on its way out as a regularly touring band. Though the Raleigh’s sandy back pool area was set with round banquet-style tables, soon the crowd crammed between them and resourceful crashers snuck in from the beach by the dozen.
Last night’s edition of the same fete, again at the Raleigh, was nowhere near as frantic. The messier door situations were next door at the Shelborne, where a sceney Susanne Bartsch-produced party for local photographer Seth Browarnik blared high-NRG from the pool. This time around, revelers could enter the Raleigh with little-to-no wait, with plenty of elbow room inside — but still enough of a crowd to keep the atmosphere warmed up. (The free Grey Goose helped on that front, too.)
You may have heard about the four abandoned Art Deco buildings that went up in flames in South Beach over the past two weeks. If you live in South Beach, you may have smelled the smoke from your bedroom at 2 a.m. and scurried from your apartment with your wife, cat, guitar, and Charlie Hough rookie card in tow. The Miami Beach police have charged Joel Paul Williams, 33, “a Miami native with a penchant for knives and the word ‘Rage’ tattooed on his abdomen”, with setting one of the fires, and he is the only current person of interest in the arson spree, according to the Herald. With the smoke clearing — hopefully for good — we went out this morning and documented the aftermath of Williams’ alleged pyromania.
Tyler Apartments (420 21st Street; caught fire Feb. 9)
A dense gray fog swallowed Miami this morning, obscuring cars and buildings only a hundred feet away. An eerie beauty came over South Beach, like in the woods of Kurosawa’s “Throne of Blood”. Luckily, I was awake to take a few photos.
Miami Beach's Giant Pink Snails are designed to promote recycling in a community with a late-blooming eco-consciousness.
Most aspects of my life have improved since I moved to Miami Beach over the summer. I’m nearer the ocean and a lovely public park, surrounded by good eateries and gawk-worthy women, and able to walk or ride my bike to most everywhere I want to go locally. The one downside to life on the Beach, however, is the difficulty of recycling, the most basic act of environmentalism.
Yes, there are recycling bins scattered across the city, but not enough. And in this age of heightened eco-conscientiousness, an ad-hoc drop-off system is hardly sufficient. Worse, it’s an embarrassment to a community that is so young and supposedly progressive as Miami Beach.
The condo I live in does not recycle — as a building with more than eight units, the city does not require it to. So every week, my plastics and other recyclables pile up in a bin under my sink until I can’t take it anymore. Sometimes I thrust them upon a visiting friend who lives in a part of Miami that does recycle. Sometimes I drive them to a drop-off spot. On occasion I’ve even stuffed them into a stranger’s recycling bin, an act of enviro-crime that makes me feel green in a bad way.
I realize the deficiency of Miami Beach’s recycling program has been covered in the past (see HERE, for example). But with the recent invasion of the Giant Pink Snails, which are made of recycled material and “designed to inspire a community-wide conversation about the importance of recycling and its environmental impact”, I figured this is the perfect time to enter the fray.
The timing is also good because of the opening last week of a “one-stop shop recycling drop-off station” at 210 Second Street and Collins Court (the alley between Washington and Collins). The result of the persistence and sweat of the Environmental Coalition of Miami Beach (ECOMB), the recycling center accepts all single-stream recyclables (glass, plastic, metal, paper, cardboard, magazines, junk mail, phone books, etc.) as well as all types of electronic waste, batteries, and compact fluorescent light bulbs.
“This is a major step,” Luiz Rodrigues, ECOMB’s indefatigable executive director, told me over the phone today.
Author Ferdie Pacheco, right, was Ali's fight doctor for 15 years.
If Neil Armstrong had once landed on Muhammad Ali’s toe, chances are he’d be best known for that. So it goes without saying that accomplished author, painter, and screenwriter Ferdie Pacheco is himself best known as the “Fight Doctor” after serving 15 years as The Champ’s physician.
In his latest book, Tales from the 5th St. Gym, which he will discuss on Saturday at the Miami Book Fair, Pacheco recounts his 40 years ringside in the temple of boxing’s golden age. Originally at 501 Washington Avenue, in South Beach, the 5th Street Gym bred some of boxing’s greatest champions, including Sugar Ray Leonard, George Foreman, and Muhammad Ali. In the book, Pacheco and several guest writers share their memories of the Oz-esque world that was the 5th Street Gym and of its “Wizard,” Chris Dundee, the older brother of Angelo Dundee, Ali’s cornerman.
On Wednesday, I spoke with the Fight Doctor by phone about his new book, the 5th Street Gym’s mystique, and the difference between a gym and a gymnasium.
You start your book by recounting how the commemorative plaque for the original 5th Street Gym, which was torn down in 1993 to make room for a parking lot, makes no mention of Chris Dundee. That, you say, is the reason you wrote the book.
Ferdie Pacheco: I think he was being disparaged, is what it was. It was the 5th Street Gym, and it was Chris Dundee’s 5th Street Gym. I wanted to set the record straight.
What made the 5th Street Gym such a special place?
Ferdie Pacheco: If you were going to be a good boxer, if you were going to fight in major fights, you had to go through the 5th Street Gym, and that made it incredibly important. You had to go through 5th Street Gym to get to the championship.
In search of the black breast of the New World, we shimmied over to the Raleigh Hotel last night for Gatsby Gone Goth. Eventually we left to take in Lincoln Road, which resembled Lincoln Road on any other busy night but with a few more self-styled Chilean miners and precisely one more six-foot inflatable penis. Here are some photos from the excursion.