Hey, everybody! Are y’all feeling happy? Of course you are! All right!
How do I know you’re so happy? Because no less an authority than Sunset Magazine tells me so! In its February issue, Sunset — your “premier resource for achieving the ultimate Western lifestyle” — names Eureka one of the top 10 happiest places left of the Rockies.
Why so? Sunset‘s flak explains:
Congratulations! Eureka is featured in Sunset Magazine’s list of Best Towns of 2011. The list, which focuses on the ten best places to live and find happiness, can be found in the February issue of the magazine, which hits stands this week.
What is it about Eureka that will make residents happy? According to Sunset’s editors it’s the best place if you want to be a not-so-struggling artist.
Just this announcement itself is like 10 tabs of X melted down and squirted into my eyeballs, so I almost forgot to tell Arcata to suck it. Step up, Eureka! You join Scottsdale, Sonoma County and Crestone, Colo., in a Hanseatic League of the Blessed!
February Sunset hits newsstands this week! Or whenever the mail finally gets here!
This article appears in The Council that Kicked the Hornets’ Nest.
To see the part about Eureka, go to: http://tiny.cc/SunsetEureka
I’m so sorry, Sunset, but you’re 100% wrong. The only people who are happy here are the few with real money or a mental disease.
I have never heard more people openly, vehemently, and frequently vent their hatred for a town. It’s compared to a vortex, a bear trap, an alligator jaw– it traps you in and never truly releases you until you’re dead.
The only smiles on people’s faces around here are the illegal ones.
I was just going to smile and not post but after Sorry’s comment I couldn’t stop my fingers.
If Humboldt is a trap, I’m one happy mouse that has the cheese. Eureka is my big city. A city where traffic jams here are like everyday traffic elsewhere. A city where huge murals light up walls. A city which leans comfortably against a redwood forest and offers a beautiful zoo and strikingly handsome library. A city with an old town that is charming and harbor that is breathtaking.
If this is a trap, then it is only in your mind. Take a great situation and have a good attitude and you get gratitude.
So..
Sign me,
Grateful to Live Here.
Thank you Kym. All too oftem many of us get so caught up in trying to fight for our particular vision of what we want our home to be that we forget why we are fighting so hard. For all it’s faults, many though they may be, Eureka and Humboldt is still better than most anywhere else.
I’m grateful, too. Knowing my neighbors, seeing familiar and friendly faces everyday. 10 minutes to the beach or woods and the dogs off the leash and running free with others. I can choose peace, quiet and privacy on those cool, foggy, and mysterious days… or some engaging fun and social interaction with others for sunny ones.
We take care of our humble adobe with pride; perhaps a pot of warm soup on the stove and a fire at the ready in the hearth. When I go to sleep, it’s a deep slumber. Things here are slower.
Artists, beautiful old buildings, history, organic foods, music and books, mom ‘n pop businesses, churches, events and community things. A small enough city to still get things done and know the good folks about you.
Good water, fresh bread, produce, bakeries, freshly roasted coffee, milk… even ganga for those that would partake. Folks still smile and wave, saying a friendly hello to others in passing.
Everything one could want in a small ‘big’ city can still be found in Eureka. Yes, Eureka could be better– if only the weather and petty crime could change– but it’s still good and mostly pleasant, the funkier elements having their place.
All-in-all, Eureka’s not perfect, glamorous, scenic, wealthy or even wise… but still as fine of a community to live in, especially compared to many other places.
This reminds me of what mature cities are about–they’re simultaneously places to escape to, and to escape from. Depending on whether you come from there, or from someplace more stunted.
Our relative and besieged cheapness is essential to the charm. Eureka’s becoming a proper city: a festering, poopy place from whence to sprout. (Just don’t tell Sunset what really matters.)
Jeff Leonard’s vintage “I Like Eureka” button speaks for me as well. And for god’s sake, Hank, our Post Office is as efficient as any organization I’ve ever seen.
Then how come it takes two extra weeks for my magazines to get here?!?
Maybe they’ve got it in for you Hank. I mailed a contract to Garberville on a tuesday, and I got it back signed on Thursday. I work on a bulk-rate piece that goes out on Friday, and it’s delivered on Saturday.
Maybe it’s cuz asian porn comes from asia. Can’t blame the USPS.
Gee, Anonymous, you’re a real wit.
I know why it takes two extra weeks. Generally, magazines are shipped out straight from the printer on pallets to big city post offices, where they are opened up and distributed. Lots of magazines are “co-palleted,” which means that Sports Illustrated and Rolling Stone might go on the same pallet if they come from the same printing or distribution facility. But if there aren’t enough subscribers in one area to make up a pallet, or if the magazine isn’t printed at a printer where co-pallets are an option, they come all the way here one at a time, as regular mail, and it takes longer.
That’s probably more information than you really wanted about magazine distribution.
KYM…….
I grew up a block from sequoia park,it is beautiful !!
BUT “Beautiful zoo” is an oxymoron !!!