That's Oaxaca, as seen from Monte Alban, which, for the sake of argument, and because I love it, I named as my favorite city Monday night. I was starting, and didn't want to choose a place that would be the same as anyone else's favorite at the Eurocentric table.

I was the only non-architect, designer or architectural historian at the table, too. I clinked my glass and began the game, citing the great colonial Mexican city I used often to visit when in graduate school for its beauty and its zocalo, the central square where everyone in town comes to stroll each night.

Then Liz, an architect, said London, where she lived for years as a student, for its walkable charm and historic fabric. Phoebe, an architect, said Paris, -- where, hey, she lived as a student. Martin, a movie designer, said Tivoli, north of Rome, where he studied Hadrian's Villa. Stefanos, an architect, said Rome, where he also studied. Gloria, an urbanist and author, said, with glee, "Cities in general! New York! Everywhere! They're sexy!" She recalled the joy Minneapolis brought when as a rural Wisconsin girl she would visit with her family. Leon, an architect, said Lucca, the Tuscan town famous for its Renaissance walls.

What's your favorite city in the world, and why? What could we learn from it here?

Iconoclastic Luxembourgian urban planner and critic Leon Krier -- best-known to Americans as "Prince Charles' architect" -- spoke at the Pasadena Center Monday night, weighing in against what local architect Stefanos Polyzoides, his host in town, called in an introduction "the kind of architecture that has given us entertainment rather than the human scale."

Immediately on beginning his talk, Krier declined to let relatively preservationist Pasadena off the hook: "I have visited here before, and I wondered why these awful buildings were springing up in this wonderful city and on its geography. ... The major cause of this derailment is the fear of backwardness, of not being in the avant-garde. But in fact most of humanity could never be at the front lines in the battle -- we would all be killed."

After drinks and dinner across the street in the Paseo Colorado after his talk, a group of us were walking along the north side of Green Street. I nodded toward the new Pasadena Convention Center buildings across the street, surrounding the Bennett & Haskell Civic Auditorium, which many have praised as at least trying to be respectful of the classic Civic, unlike the '70s carbuncles -- to use Charles' favorite phrase about London atrocities -- they replaced.

Krier merely shuddered and looked away. "An abomination," someone else said. Krier nodded. "As the last ones were replaced within 30 years, so will these be."

It's not easy, being on the leading edge of the true avant-garde.

On my annual November birthday San Onofre surfing safari on which I'm always lucky enough to be accompanied by a crew of great surfers and campers from up and down California, Pierre Smith this year brought along a short board crafted 40 years ago by his dad, Caltech English professor and Master of Student Houses David Smith.

You know Pierre from his guitar work in El Vez and Human Hands . His late father, more than a mere Conrad scholar, was a classic gray-bearded longboarder I grew up watching surf at Sano in the '60s. We never got this beauty wet during the three-day weekend, so it served as more of a mascot for the trip -- but Pierre rode it at Point Dume this summer and it reportedly works great.

Learning Works Charter School out on light-industrial Daisy at Walnut in Pasadena has an extraordinarily clear target group of students: drop-outs. Since being approved by the PUSD board last year as the district's fifth charter, it now has over 200 students -- kids in the ultimate at-risk group. Many are parents. Many have had lots of run-ins with the law. Many are recruited back into the groves of academe by young people just out of school themselves whose stories are much the same. Monday night Learning Works director Mikala Rahn had a bunch of people by to celebrate success, including school board member Renatta Cooper, above, and to hear talks by Homeboy Industries' founder Father Greg Boyle, S.J., and Assemblyman Anthony Portantino. Also in the crowd: state Sen. Carol Liu; former school board member Mike Babcock and his wife Carole; Pasadena Community Foundation Exec Director Jennifer Duvall; former school board member Marge Wyatt and her husband Joe.

A bunch of us guys (plus two women) who ride Rich Harbour's surfboards out of Seal Beach got together Saturday at Bolsa Chica to celebrate Rich's 50th year shaping boards. A lot of them are on view above. The waves were overhead, closing out: not exactly made for my 9'11'' Sano cruiser model, so I stayed dry. But I won't be dry much at all at San Onofre this Saturday, Sunday and Monday, so see you in the lineup at Old Man's ...

Staff Photographer Walt Mancini took this shot of the 20 acres of Annandale Canyon in the Linda Vista Hills in far west Pasadena that last week were formally dedicated in perpetuity to open space.

He'd been having a hard time getting a shot that truly showed the whole, wild canyon, and as he was leaving the ceremony he was visiting with a nearby homeowner who lives above the canyon and who offered his house as the best place to get the definitive shot.

The news photo that ended up running in the paper showed the electeds and activists who had gathered at the classic ribbon-cutting ceremony, which took place on the open graded area in the middle distance of the photo. (It's a lot owned by former John Muir and now NBA basketball player Stacey Augmon; wonder if he'll build there to retire to a view after this, his 15th year in the league?) Newspaper photos are biased toward, and properly so, shots with people in them; but it's nice to see exactly what is being saved in the deal worked out with the former owner, who was going to build a bunch of luxury homes there. Pretty steep territory, but a trail will go down the steep canyon bottom someday ...

But after the polls had been opened already for an hour and 20 minutes, poll worker Bill Denzell informed me that I was the sixth person to have shown up.

More poll workers than actual voters.

Admittedly, there is just one race on the ballot -- the PCC Board of Trustees Area 1 contest between incumbent Geoff Baum and PCC student Steven Gibson.

Not exactly Obama-Palin, er, McCain.

Still and all -- Pasadenans are always going on about their love for their city college. What could be more important than deciding on a crucial leadership issue at the college?
Where is the love, people? Where are the votes?

Polls stay open until 8. Take those election officials away from their novels and newsapers and give them something democratic to do.

The city of Pasadena limits snake way up into Eaton Canyon for the water rights. Once you step off the Altadena curb from Pinecrest into the canyon to hike up to Mt. Wilson or just to Henninger or Idlehour on the old Toll Road, you're in Pas for at least a little while ... if you can get through, that is.

The key to the hiking highway has long been given to Pinecrest neighbors irate at the noise non-Sierra Club types -- the kids who party and sometimes graffiti the rocks at the Eaton falls -- can make down in the canyon.

The sometimes persnickety neighbors can close down that gate pretty early. I remember leaving my hiking party behind to run down the trail for half a mile to force them to keep it open well before sunset so we could get out of there without having to hike all the way down to the Nature Center.

Attorney and hiking activist Paul Ayers, whose son is pictured above at the gate in question, asks these questions:

On Friday, my fourth grader James had the day off so we decided to go hiking. After finding that Pasadena had closed the lower Arroyo Seco we wandered over to Eaton because James wanted a walk by "a stream". Out of habit I swung by the Pinecrest gate and... found it opened; hikers were parking and walking down to the falls, up the Toll Road, etc. James and I went down the road and up to the falls and had a fine time; I have attached a photo of James at the gate. That's the good news.

The bad news is that no one, including a county fire fighter I met at the gate, had any rational explanation as to when the gate openings began, what the open hours were, etc. Most troubling was the fire fighter's statement that the gate was "unlocked by a neighbor who has a key". And the signage on the gates still says the City of Pasadena has no responsibility for the gate and if it is locked when you're inside, tough luck.

Pasadena Water & Power owns the land at the access point. That entity according to letters I have seen signed by Mayor Bogaard, was responsible for the closure. The closure was in many ways irrational. There was nothing particularly unsafe in Eaton after the rains stopped in 2005 and if safety was the issue [which Mayor Bogaard stated it was] why did access to the "unsafe area" from the Nature Center and other Eaton Canyon access points remain unfettered? Given the lack of logic of the City's position it is no wonder that the trail community came to believe that safety was not the issue, but rather that the Pinecrest "neighbors" simply didn't like the great unwashed in their neighborhood. This may not be the case but when a government spreads bullsh*t all kinds of plants grow.

Be that as it may, now that the repairs are completed and the Toll Road is passable and safe it seems reasonable that some kind of rational approach to access through the Pinecrest gate be established. In my opinion this would involve some accountable governmental entity controlling and scheduling gate openings, not the "neighbors".

Most of the nearly 100,000 people in the Rose Bowl last night seemed to enjoy the U2 concert.

So did most of the people in the neighborhoods surrounding the Arroyo Seco, with some having outdoor parties to take in the show's audio at least.

It was indeed very, very loud, very far away.

At least one homeowner wrote the Rose Bowl and the mayor and copied me and didn't like it at all. In fact, he's demanding retribution. His letter, taking out his name and a few identifying details, follows:

My wife and I have lived (near the Rose Bowl) since 1982. This is about 1/2 mile from the stadium. We value the Rose Bowl and appreciate that it often makes good efforts to keep the operations of various sporting and entertainment events as unobtrusive as possible. Something went terribly, terribly wrong last evening (10/25/09) however. Even though we had our double-glazed windows and doors shut, the sound from the U-2 concert reverberated within our home making it hard to talk, impossible to ignore and impossible to sleep. We called the police, the Rose Bowl operating company, the local councilmember, and the mayor' office to request help -- all to no avail.

It is my opinion that allowing the speakers to be placed up so high and operated at full volume was the origin of the problem. The sound was not confined to the interior of the stadium as is usually the case but went off to the surrounding homes. Although your company wrote that a "sound check" would be done, we did not hear one and so were totally unprepared for the awful and truly frightening level of sound that intruded into our home from about 7:15 p.m. to about 11:45 p.m last evening.

This was about 4 hours of painful and frightening noise which scared us and upset us.

As a result of your negligence and nuisance my wife and I demand four things:
1. A written explanation and apology for the noise;
2. A promise that this high positioning of speakers such that the sound can escape will not be repeated;
3. A payment of $400 for the emotional distress caused by your nuisance and negligence; and
4. This payment may be made as a donation to the Pasadena Humane Society in our name if you notify us that it has been made.

The word that a longtime newspaper guy -- P. Scott McKibben, the former publisher of our sister papers in the East Bay, the Alameda Newspaper Group -- has been named the new chief executive of the Pasadena Tournament of Roses might seem odd.

Actually, it's the reverse -- it's par for the course.

The Rose Bowl stadium was so-named by a Star-News sports reporter after its completion in the early 1920s. We used for many years to do the official parade program -- the covers were high camp and sometimes also approached high (commercial) art. There's a framed copy in the foyer of Tournament House of the best one from the early '20s, in which a bi-plane with the Star-News logo is flying over the Arroyo Seco and the Colorado Street Bridge, its pilot strewing roses on the town.

And before the retiring Mitch Dorger, the two most prominent parade bosses came out of Pasadena newspapers as well.

Jack French, still a big part of Pasadena -- he and his wife Patti produce the annual 4th of July event in the Rose Bowl -- was, before he became head of the Pasadena Red Cross and then for decades the top tournament guy, an advertising executive at the Star-News.

And Max Colwell, the former Pasadena Post City Hall reporter, went from being a White Suiter TofR volunteer to become the first full-time general manager of the parade and game when he was hired in 1952, a post he held into the 1970s.

Newspapers and parades just go together -- ephemeral, colorful, daily miracles with tight deadlines.

Up in Big Sur the first weekend of the month, the one-day-past full moon came over the Santa Lucias through the clouds that Sunday night.

The hand-crafted fence above the Pacific on the Esalen cliffs.

Down the coast above Cambria on Monday, it was elephant seal nap time.

Hiker Ken Farley went up the Sam Merrill trail at the top of Lake Avenue -- way up -- last weekend and took a bunch of photos that depict both the devastation of the Station Fire and the remarkable landscapes that were saved.

The above shot is from Upper Millard Canyon looking to the east toward Mt. Disappointment and Mt. Wilson. You can see the burned out areas down below, and the beautiful greenery that remains.

Ken has more insight than your average bear into our mountains. He's a geophysicist and chair of the division of geological and planetary sciences at Caltech. I believe he was accompanied on the hike by his wife, fellow geologist Kristen Farley, a former academic herself who is the big boss of Pasadena Up & Moving, the exercise advocates who plan the monthly walks with the mayor around the Rose Bowl.

Both hikers are ultra-marathoners who know the mountains as well as anyone. Today and for the next coupla, no one is supposed to know the mountains as we stay out of them because of the intense danger of debris flows in this rain.

Whereas the way to win a Nobel Prize in Literature is NOT to be an American novelist working at the top of your game, or anybody's game, for many decades, as in the late John Updike, whose failure to get the prize is a crime. And as in Philip Roth, who, yoo hoo Stockholm, is still with us and still eligible. Or Thomas Pynchon or Don DeLillo, whose politics are presumably more to European tastes.

The way to get the writing award is to be a European leftist with an interesting personal story as opposed to pure novelistic chops, as the selection of Herta Muller shows -- not that I've read anything she's written, and only a couple thousand Americans can say they have, before this week at least.

No good just to be European -- otherwise the late great Tory novelist Anthony Powell, my favorite writer ever, would have won simply on the massive strengths of "A Dance to the Music of Time."

It's all diminishing the prestige of the Nobel in the end. Then again, the failure to award the prize to any of the trio who were the greatest writers of the late 19th and early 20th century -- James Joyce, Leo Tolstoy and Marcel Proust -- went a long way toward diminishing it, too.

Sure, they get sensible sometimes. No discounting the pure poetry that is Seamus Heaney.

I'd driven by the Streamline Moderne Coca-Cola bottling plant on South Central Avenue (from 1937 by architect Robert V. Derrah) in downtown L.A. many times -- always doing a double-take. It's an ocean liner on the city streets. Today I got to go inside to speak on a panel on the state of the SoCal economy. Danged if I didn't take my camera in, not expecting anything visual in there -- but the execs' offices are like captains' quarters; you have to step over a bulkhead to get in. Asked someone else to take a picture of that coolness and will post when I get it ...