By Jim Smith The Venice Neighborhood Council (not to be confused with the Town Council or the Community Council) met on Sept. 16. Here are some of the highlights (and lowlights). • […]
What happened at the Venice Neighborhood Council meeting?
What’s Cookin’ At Lincoln Place – We’re Not Dead Yet!
By C.V. Beck Here at Lincoln Place we residents who remain continue to be treated as if we are invisible and/or gone already. This is quite a blow to our self-esteem, this […]
Beachhead Corrections
Venice novice team “The Dolphins” won the city of Los Angeles Jr. Life Guard Championship, not the Venice High Swim Team, as headlined in the September Beachhead. Also in September, the geniuses […]
It’s How You Play the Game
By Mark Lipman Let’s try to put things in terms that people can understand. At the behest of a handful of power elites, George W. Bush decided that he wanted to invade […]
The Venice Surplus Property Fund: A Secretive City Fund Meant for Venice
By Jim Smith There has not been a detailed report to the community in years on the status of the Venice Surplus Property Fund, meant “just for Venice,” despite repeated requests to […]
Swami X Speaks
To the question, what is truth?, let me rattle some keys Truth is in you and me, and also, that old Hemlock-Ripple taster, Socrates Truth is an everlasting, on-going energy Truth is […]
Terrence Leon Sullivan, RIP
Terrance Sullivan passed on very suddenly in August, in Venice, a town he embraced with enthusiasm and with a critical eye and tongue. He was a husband, father of four, a seeker […]
My Life In An RV
By R. Mann Independence is of the utmost importance. The RV lifestyle has always afforded just that. When I first began living in a van, in the 60s, it was a matter […]
The 26th Annual Abbot Kinney Festival
Tens of thousands attended the Abbot Kinney Festival, Sunday, Sept. 28. It started slowly, with crews of workman frantically erecting the mandated fire resistant tents on each side of Abbot Kinney Blvd. […]
Back in the 20th Century with the Free Venice Beachhead
By Moe Stavnezer I wasn’t there at the birth, but I fell in love with the baby, spittle, poops and all. As befits a doting, now turning senile, grandfather, I can’t […]
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