Heather Rogers is a Bay Area writer and photographer.
DEC 06-JAN 07 | Express
There is no other way of getting to the secluded Sagamore except by car, and you cant be on the island without checking in and getting a paper to place onto the dashboard that says your presence has been paid for. In such tony environs one hardly expects to come across a crew of visitors who are in charge of waste handling in towns across the countrygarbage men.
SEPT 2004 | Local
The tens of thousands of visitors to our fair world city during the RNC will have an array of protests to choose from.
EARLY SUMMER 2002 | Express
From outer space several human-made objects are visible, including the Great Wall of China, the pyramids of Egypt, and just west of New York City, the largest of them all, another monument to civilization: Fresh Kills Landfill, where Gotham dumps its garbage.
AUTUMN 2002 | Books
Standing in front of the Mona Lisa at the Louvre in Paris, I notice bulletproof glass encasing the painting. I imagine pulling out a semi-automatic and letting loose on the da Vinci as polyester-clad guards rush me from behind.
MAY 2005 | Express
In 1957, on a small plot in Anaheim, California, the powerful chemical and synthetics manufacturer Monsantoworking with two MIT architectsconstructed the first all-plastic house.
NOV 2003 | Express
Think war is glamorous? Then see Tawfik Salehs film The Dupes, it is the antidote to the John Wayne-ism of Hollywoods wars. Made in Syria in 1972, the film centers on three Palestinian refugees all desperately trying to get from the occupied territories locked-down ghettos and corrupt, broken economy to Kuwait where they hope to find safety, jobs, and money to send home.
AUG-SEPT 2002 | Film
The vast domed hall of the old Armory in San Franciscos Mission District, which sat empty, rotting for the last several decades, comes to life with martini-swilling dot-commers and real estate developers dressed in army fatigues partying out.
DEC 00-JAN 01 | Express
A crisp wind pushes the smog off to Oakland as evening descends on Valencia Street. Swank SUVs double park awaiting valets, as confident blond girls in Capri pants and their khaki clad men mob the sidewalks, ramping up for another night of wining, dining and loud talk.