MAN ABOUT TOWN
THE DISH
THE BEER GUY
LOVE IS IN THE AIR, AND SO ARE THE SEX MEN: DR. DREW AND ADAM CAROLLA, P. 15
ZACH ROSEN SPENDS NIGHT AT SB BREWERY; LIVES TO SMELL (AND TASTE) THE RESULT, P. 9
EMBRYONIC CHEFS LEARN SKILLS THAT PAY BILLS AT SBCC CULINARY ACADEMY, P. 8
SANTA BARBARA
once a week from pier to peak
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PULP FRICTION
by Matt Mazza
The Wood Whisperer “I want to save every single beautiful log in Santa Barbara.” ob Bjorklund turned and looked down the canyon toward the Pacific. The sun had sunk just low enough in the sky to shade both sides of the forest-green gorge snaking its way to the sea below us. The radiant heat from a sunny and warm February afternoon up on North San Marcos Road dissipated quickly, leaving a slight chill in the air. Nobody else was around. It was quiet. Peaceful. We’d been talking in a corner of the 80acre Bjorklund Ranch, near a huge saw designed in Australia for milling basically huge chunks of massive trees into more useable slabs and other forms. Rob leaned on a gargantuan Bunya Bunya log that had recently been felled in Santa Barbara despite being a tree species native to southeast Queensland. A chainsaw suddenly came to life back up at the mill, breaking the silence. Rob pushed himself off the Bunya Bunya log and kicked the sawdust in the dirt under his feet. He turned back to me. “How do we save the freakin’ logs, man?” It’s a good question, Rob. A good question indeed.
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HEWING HIS WOODWORKING MAGIC, ROB BJORKLUND’S GOAL AT LOCAL WOOD IS TO SAVE EVERY BEAUTIFUL LOG, ONE TREE AT A TIME…
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