Grannis felt torn. In one hand, she held hundreds of thousands of dollars in big-time backing — instant fame. In the other, she held a thin stack of her own songs. She asked her online fans for advice. It is four days before her CD-release party — already postponed five times. She reads more than fan e-mails a day. Writes She Tweets. Posts homemade music videos with Happy Birthdays and shout-outs to fans. Two days early, they start flying in from Australia.
New York. New Jersey. The Kaleidoscope is for junior high kids, The Shops is for high school students, and once you get your drivers license you can graduate to the Irvine Spectrum a few exits away on the 5. We have a bowling alley, too, but only gradeschool kids and ironic high schoolers go there anymore.
When you graduate from high school you move to a real city where you dont need shopping malls. At least thats the idea. The Shops at Mission Viejo, once an orange-andbrown-tiled tribute to everything that was cool in the late s, got a facelift and a fancy name and some new handrails and a Saks Fifth Avenue in the early naughts and quickly became a regional shopping destination.
Surely, though, we must have some substance beyond our retail offerings if we warranted a mention on national television? The most interesting thing many residents will be able to tell you about Mission Viejo is that its name is a typo. All the streets in town have Spanish names as a tip of the hat to the areas history first as land claimed by Spanish missionaries and later as a Mexican rancho. Osmosis hasnt seemed to work, though, since in spite of the daily linguistic bombardment calle.
Nevertheless, there are those who will leap at the chance to tell you that since mission is a feminine word, we should actually be called Mission Vieja. Because, well, what else is there to talk about? Built in nearly one fell swoop by typical city evolution standards, this 10, acre planned community was constructed in residential enclaves from the mids to the s.
Sandwiched between the 5 Freeway and Saddleback Valley, its oddly long with a silhouette vaguely resembling South America. If youre looking for a strip mall, you can usually always find one at a major intersection. The arterial roads were placed in the valleys and the houses on the hills, and between the natural contours of the topography and the curvy fractals of suburban street planning, theres nary a right angle to be found in Google Maps.
There are only two zip codes in this city, one for each side of Marguerite Parkway. This may be the closest thing to a rivalry that exists here. The homes are slightly farther apart on slightly larger lots, the three to four Spanish Mission-style models that recur throughout the neighborhoods still somewhat visible beneath several coats of paint and second-floor additions.
Lake Mission Viejo, a 3-mile-round reservoir built in the late 70s to provide exclusive faux-beachfront access to its residents. The Lake, with its oversized grains of sand that stick in your palms instead of coating your skin, with its strange chemical smell and the terrifying threshold that marks the beginning of algal growth on the sandy floor. The Lake, with its floating diving platform at the far end of the swimming area off of which flailing children leap, screaming, more scared of tiny fish nibbling their toes than of the one-foot drop off the edge.
The Lake, with its stay-at-home moms eyeing kids over sunglasses perched low on noses, strange moments of water retaining wallparking lot juxtaposition, rent-a-kayaks and party boats and the thrill of docking at the marketplace pier to Shooby-Dooby-down-to-Rubys for lunch. Mission Viejo used to be the last stop before the vast no-mans land that made Rancho Santa Margarita and Coto de Caza feel like the isolated ranching communities they pretended to be, before the developers learned how to build new cities in the valley.
Now, when I drive along the extension of Crown Valley toward the newly-minted New Urbanist haven of Ladera Ranch to their new CVSso much better than the old CVS on MargueriteI try to remember what Saddleback Valley used to look like, but the landscape has changed so drastically and so rapidly that shadows of dry brush and wild dandelions flutter only briefly in my minds eye before being replaced by technicolor visions of a watermelon agua fresca from Baja Fresh.
When the girl from Laguna Beach insulted us, we got angry, and then we laughed. We got angry because someone had publicly voiced what we all secretly feared might be true: the closest thing we have to a common identity might actually be what you find walking through Sephora and Forever 21 on a Saturday afternoon. And we laughed because at the same time it was meaningless. We are a city of cul-de-sacs and shopping malls, homeowners associations and PTAs, unified only by a burning desire to run far, far away after high school.
She has been married to Jesse Epstein , a musical collaborator on August 31, It was a small and intimate wedding ceremony in Los Angeles, California attended by close friends and family. The pair were high school sweethearts and had met in Capistrano Valley High School. The couple is currently living together without any sign of divorce. Also, they have not shared any children to date. Her full name is Kina Kasuya Grannis. She was born to father Gordon Grannis and mother Trish Grannis.
Her father, Gordon worked as a chiropractor and her mother Trish worked as a graphic designer. After that, she attended the University Of Southern California USC in Los Angeles graduated from the same in the year with summa cum laude in social science with an emphasis on psychology.
She worked with the label to release her album but she left the label to become an independent artist in January Moreover, she joined a site created by Jack Conte in April to provide artists a living via direct support called The Patreon. Similarly, she created a record label in Aril with the help of her patrons and supporters and named the label KG Records. She recorded, produced, and released her own songs through KG Records.
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