Saturday, December 30, 2006
Friday, December 29, 2006
January 1: Namaste And, let's start the new new year off with that as well, why don't we?
February: A view of Los Angeles from Griffth Park after a big storm. Is any other major city more beautiful then L.A. when it's scrubbed clean? I think not.
February: Cooper, brought home from Ireland, tries to play with our older dog Sabrina. Hilarity and agression ensue.
March 22: The beginning of the 4th year of the Iraq war. We didn't know why we were there in March (or any time before) and we certainly don't know why now, tonight, as we learn of Hussein's hanging.
March 25: Si se puede. The political/socio-economic world begins to shift and it starts with 500,000 people marching through Los Angeles.
April 17: Mass Transit in L.A. then and now. With the expo line beginning, the eastside line extending, plans for a line down Wilshire to the beach, and traffic worsening every day, mass transit is back in our life and we'll all be better for it.
May 1: Mas de "si se puede" (photo from L.A. Times)
May 22: Lancelot Link. Sadly, I believed that the full episodes and mini doc were going to be released on DVD. Instead, some illegitimate company back east released them, incomplete and at low quality, and refused to stop selling them even as ABC (part owners of the show) sent them a cease & desist. ABC doesn't seem interested in pursuing legal action and that's where it stands. It's sad.
May 27: Kevin deLeon. He was campaigning door to door and he accidentally (I assume) left my front gate open and my dog got out. Well, I got annoyed and got up on my electronic soap box and the result was that he went ahead and became our next Assemblyman regardless of my blog and I received more comments than any other post ever. I hope he's a better Assemblyman than gate closer.
June 9: Tranny Special
June 12: Gay Pride
June 13: Who said, "L.A. is a harsh mistress, but she's my lady."
June 27: Manuel Antonio, Costa Rica at Sunset.
July 2: Why a national sales tax is patently unfair. It still is.
July 7: Habibi's Falafel? Middle eastern food in Atwater Village? As if...
August 5: Grape Stomping is not for amateurs. Watch it again.
August 15: New York Subway story.
September 10: Canele. Boy, did I get alot of comments. I loved it then and I love it now. And I guess I'm not alone. So there.
September 13: Best Interview Ever. James Brown. R.I.P.
September 28: The future L.A. subway map. Still gives me chills.
October 4: A death in Atwater Village.
October 31: Halloween in Atwater Village.
November 28: Best Burger in Los Angeles and the McGriddle: A love story.
December 6: Taco Truck Lady: A love story.
December 10: Nana Sandra. 8 days before she died. Rest in Peace.
Well, there you have it. The good, the bad, the amusing, the sad. You take them all and there you have the facts of life. The facts of life.
Best wishes for a happy, healthy and more peaceful new year. Lord knows, the whole planet could use it. Namaste.
"This whole endeavor, from the very start, has been about taking tawdry, cheap acts and dressing them up in a papier-mache grandeur -- phony victory celebrations, ersatz democratization, reconstruction headed up by toadies, con artists and grifters. And this is no different. Hanging Saddam is easy. It's a job, for once, that these folks can actually see through to completion. So this execution, ironically and pathetically, becomes a stand-in for the failures, incompetence and general betrayal of country on every other front that President Bush has brought us. "
Read the whole thing.
Thursday, December 28, 2006
Tuesday, December 26, 2006
Monday, December 25, 2006
On the block I live on, all street lights have been out for a week. No note from DWP or the city and a call to Eric Garcetti's office turned up a response in two days saying that they were aware of it and working on it.
Anyway, tonight, some yahoo was setting off personal fireworks to celebrate Jesus' birth (I guess) for at least half an hour around midnight. After 20 minutes, I called the local police dept. (northeast div) and they transferred me to 911 where I've been on hold for 20 minutes.
What if these illegal fireworks set my house on fire?
Our street has been without streetlights for a week, this was inevitable?
Where are the police?
Where is the city?
Why does it not matter?
Saturday, December 23, 2006
Wednesday, December 20, 2006
What can I say about my Grandmother. I’ll start with her name. Nana. Nana Red Hair. We didn’t call her Nana Sandra. We couldn’t. Well, I couldn’t. For some reason, it came down to me. The first grandchild. I was not able to call her what my mom tells me she wanted to be called at first: Grandmama. Not only that, I couldn’t even pronounce Sandra. I just couldn’t say Sandra. So, the result, well, should be obvious. I called her Nana Red Hair. Then, we all did. And, though strong willed – more strong willed than anyone I know – she relented.
Anyhow, I’ll only speak briefly. Her first name wasn’t even Sandra. I can’t remember what it was, but it was a normal sounding name that a character in a novel or movie also had and she simply didn’t like it. So, she changed it. And no one could argue against the change. Have I mentioned that she was strong willed?
I’ll bookend this by jumping ahead decades. Well into her 90s, with me having moved back from Boston and living in L.A., she would somehow convince me to drive her everywhere. I mean everywhere…in a day. Pick her up in Westlake Village, pick up some relative somewhere in the San Fernando Valley , drive to Boyle Heights to visit her parents and aunts and uncles and cousins at the old Jewish cemetery. Then, it was off to Canter’s for a nosh – on her, of course – and then reverse the course, back to the Valley, back to Westlake Village and back home. I could have had a livery license, but I did it. She made me do it. And I loved it.
Sunday, December 17, 2006
I've had too many people die in my life and Nana Sandra is the very latest. As I said before, I shouldn't be so sad for somebody who had lived 97 years, but I am. Maybe it's that the last little bit was so hard. Is that really necessary? Shouldn't the last little bit be the easiest?
I don't know for sure if there's something after life, but I hope that there is. And there, I hope she meets up with her husband and her parents and brothers and sisters and Manuela and my friends and Michael and Poppy and Denise and her friends and all that is not good here is good there. That is my hope.
God speed, Nana. I love you.
Saturday, December 16, 2006
Tony's has a barber pole outside, real barber chairs, black and white linouleum tile, lots of newspapers and magazines and national geographics. He plays whatever sports is on TV or Mexican music. I like the Mexican music.
All of the barbers are latino and most of them don't really speak too much English. Tony does and welcomes all. As I've sat waiting -- no reservations, of course -- I've seen everyone from gang bangers to elderly immigrants to gay men sit down, read the paper and get a haircut.
Most don't seem to go for a shave and only a couple of the barbers can even do it. But the wait is worth it. They sit you down, drape you in a yellow drop cloth, tuck a towel into your collar and tilt you back. Way back. Close your eyes and relax, you're gonna be here for a spell.
First comes the foam. They vigorously spread it across your face and massage. It feels good. Real good. Up next, the hot wet towel is layed across your face. Depending on the barber, this will either be a simple washcloth layed out over the foam and beard and patted or an elegantly maneuvered hot wet towel that covers your entire face but considerately leaves a breathing hole for your nose. It's more traditional and more enjoyable to get the latter.
After the towel, they can either apply some sort of moisturize-hot towel regimen again or go straight back for the foam and the long blade. Once the scraping begins, you've really put your face in the hands of your barber. They scrape, and pull and tug and scrape more. They push and lift and squeeze and shape. And when you think they're done, they go through it all again. And it feels great. Really great.
If you're lucky, they'll then apply another hot towel followed by, if you're not so lucky, some after shave. Oh, and does it sting? Yes, it stings. Strangely, though, once the after shave's applied and the barber takes the towel that was tucked into your collar and fans your face, all is well. You've been shaved.
How much does it cost? $12 plus tip. Well worth the indulgence. Try a shave at Tony's!
Tony's Barber Shop
2552 Glendale BlvdLos Angeles, CA 90039
Sunday, December 10, 2006
Anyway, she's 97 years old and is going through a hell of a time the last month or so. She's lived in southern california since about 1915 -- her family general store and farm had one of the first phones and gas stations in the valley -- and she has now lived long enough so that modern medicine can keep her alive beyond the point where she would have presumably died 20, even 10 years ago.
She can't really speak. She can't control her body. But there is a chance all this can come back to her.
I've faced more deaths than I care to admit at this point in my life. This inevitable one is no easier. Actually, when it does happen, probably harder. I don't know why. I should feel sadder for people I've loved who have died young, right? 97 years old is a good a long life, right?
I think what's getting me right now is the current situation: hospitalized, unable to really communicate, in pain: it's not fair. She shouldn't have to go this way. It's not fair.
But, it's a part of life.
Saturday, December 09, 2006
Wednesday, December 06, 2006
And, oh sweet jesus, I do love our taco truck and our taco truck lady. She and her meals on wheels are in front of my very building every day -- rain or shine -- at 9:30a and 1p. Every day.
The food is voluminous and quite tasty. The breakfast burrito, though, is legendary. A brief description, if you will: A large flour tortilla overstuffed with at least 3 eggs, a heaping amount of cheddar cheese, a slab of hash browns, a large thick slice of ham, bacon and sausage. Oh, and the bacon and sausage are actually wrapped in the ham. Yes, I said wrapped. It's like a meat wrap inside a Burrito wrap. Crikey!
Here's how you eat it. You take two small bites off the top and then just before every subsequent bite, you fork in a little of her homemade salsa. Honestly, this one meal could end world hunger. I have at it at 9:45 and I swear to God, as my witness, I can't even consider eating until 4ish.
I have started to vary it a tad, though. It's actually too much. Sometimes no hash browns and ham. Sometimes no cheese. Today, though, I found the perfect combination: No ham and an extra piece of bacon. It filled me and, yet, I could actually have a small salad around 2:30.
Anyhow, this whole post really is about the truck lady. I don't know her name, but I love her. I think she's Korean and the ladies who work inside the truck cooking are latino. What's really amazing, though, is that she speaks Spanish more fluently than English.
God, I love that and I love L.A. for that. So, here's to you Korean Spanish-speaking Taco Truck Lady! You're the best and your breakfast burritos are unparalleled!
Tuesday, December 05, 2006
A little song, a little dance.
A little seltzer in your pants.
Gets me every time.
(Of course, my friends and family know I prefer lines about seeing curtains in the window and just having to have them, but that's a story for a different day.)
Monday, December 04, 2006
Tuesday, November 28, 2006
So, starving, I went. I waited in line. At the last moment, I called an audible and ordered a McGriddle with eggs, bacon and cheese. And sweet Jesus, it was good. Really freakin' good. Sweet and savory all in delicious juicy warm bites. Whoever invented it, deserves the Nobel Prize.
Now, on to burgers. For months, I've heard about 25 Degrees, the new burger restaurant at the Roosevelt Hotel in Hollywood that was created by the team behind Aubergine and a million other things. Saturday night I went with my friend Philip and -- you guessed it -- sweet Jesus, it was good. Really actually great. I got the burger with goat cheese, bacon and -- this is key -- garlic parmesan something. And I ordered the burger medium rare. It came medium rare. Meat juice oozed with every bite, but not so much onto the plate; instead, rather, into the super absorbant sponge-like, light n fluffy bun.
All the flavors combined and shed light on a beauty I have never witnessed before. I will be back. Oh, and the onion rings, french fries and dipping sauces were all superb.
One final incongruous note: why are there no hot dog buns in the northeast? Man, that always steamed me. You order a hot dog in Boston and you get it on a folded piece of falling apart white bread. Sheesh.
Thursday, November 23, 2006
Tuesday, November 21, 2006
What can be said? She's a legend. It was a most amazing concert. Barbra was outgoing, funny and in spectacular voice. Though it seems she can't hit the high notes anymore, her voice is lush and warm and emotional. It wraps itself around you and comforts you and, yes, makes you feel like one of the luckiest people in the world.
Thanks to Andrew for securing the luxury box seats.
In many ways, it simply was the best concert I have ever been to.
Friday, November 17, 2006
Read the whole thing.
Thursday, November 09, 2006
Wednesday, November 08, 2006
Tuesday, November 07, 2006
Whaat a great night to savor. Let's hope the democrats will now stand up.
I don't have a lot of hope, but i have some. Before tonight, i had much less.
Tomorrow, we wake up, hopefully, in a better world than the one we lived today.
Good riddance. You did a disservice to your country. You have shamed yourself, your party and your country. Crawl back under the rock from whence you came.
Monday, November 06, 2006
Thursday, November 02, 2006
Tuesday, October 31, 2006
This Halloween, the forces conspired to force me to do what is right. Stay home. No WeHo. No parties. No nothing. My partner left for a short holiday in Chicago and I vowed to stay home and make sure the dogs (for those of you who have read the blog before, you know how i get when the gate is opened) are safe and to deliver candy upon the sweet gremlins of Atwater. I also twisted my ankle something nasty this afternoon. So, I'm subsisting on candy, wine, vodka, advil and the beauty that is Halloween in Atwater.
Old and young, accompanied with parents and dogs, they came in waves. It was beautiful to behold and gives me hope for the future. Oh, and I've got candy and vodka left. God help me tomorrow, cause my ankle is killin' me.
Happy Halloween! God help us -- The X-mas season is upon us now!!
Monday, October 30, 2006
Sunday, October 29, 2006
Friday, October 27, 2006
Thursday, October 26, 2006
"There are different visions in this country. There's one which for all its faults and shortcomings aspires to a national unity that transcends our many differences of race, religion, gender, sexual orientation, etc. and an equal share of dignity for all of us. Then there's the school of division and demonization. (Take a look at the ads GOP campaigns are running across the country. The issue of the day is keeping out the Mexicans.) That's the Ken Mehlman school, the tradition of Willie Horton ads and Jungle Music pasted over Harold Ford because these guys are afraid they may be about to lose an open seat in Tennessee, where they haven't sent a Democrat to the senate for almost two decades. It must be a reality that Mehlman appreciates with some measure of inner tension or conflict since gays have been the whipping boys of choice through much of the Bush years even as he himself has been, successively, White House political director, Bush Campaign Manager and head of the RNC. But then we all make our beds."
Read the whole piece and then tell me what you believe. As one idiot leader once said, "You're either with us or you're against us." Which is it?
Wednesday, October 25, 2006
The other plans lack brilliance.
Who's going to have the balls to make the bold and right decision for the city?
See the plans here.
Tuesday, October 24, 2006
Sunday, October 22, 2006
Shouldn't this generation of kids have the same opportunities that public education offered past generations?
Saturday, October 21, 2006
Friday, October 20, 2006
Tuesday, October 17, 2006
He was a brave and honest man. His husband -- Mr. Studds and his partner married in Massachusetts -- unlike husbands and wives of straight congresspeople, will receive no pension.
Seem fair? Seem like special rights or equal rights?
Yeah, I thought so.
Monday, October 16, 2006
Saturday, October 14, 2006
Last night, after work, I met a few friends for some Friday evening cocktails. It was off and on raining and the place was not nearly as crowded as it usually is...which was nice. When it started raining, we moved to the big communal table in the front that's under a roof of some kind. It was lovely.
Then, at 7:30, a manager came over and asked us to leave because somebody had reserved the table...for 7:00. We said, sensibly, that a half hour had past -- no one had said anything to us at 7 -- and we'd be happy to move once the party got there. No dice.
We then move inside and toward the back. Grabbed a couple chairs and began to sit around a tall table. Again, we are told that, now, this section is reserved. Yet, no one is there. Hmm.
So, we finish our drinks and look outside again and, lo and behold, the big communal table is still empty and it's now 8:15. We sit down again and, promptly, a waiter comes out and asks us to vacate the table as it is reserved.
If this is how the abbey treats paying, actual guests, no freakin' thank you.
Oh, and other things to note about the abbey:
1. There are no people of color as waiters, bartenders or managers. Come on, folks, this is L.A., not Sioux Falls.
2. Drinks are ludicrously expensive (though they are quite large).
So, we went to here and had one more round of drinks, which was quite fun, less expensive and actually welcoming.
So, enjoy here or, for that matter, Fuel, why don't you?
Thursday, October 12, 2006
Wednesday, October 11, 2006
Tuesday, October 10, 2006
Anyhow, I used to listen to his lies on LEFT, RIGHT AND CENTER and wonder howBob Scheer could control himself from beating him into a pulp.
All this is not exactly beside the point, as he now has turned his attention to North Korea. Among the many people not to be trusted, Frum falls right behind Bush, Rumsfeld, Rice, Cheney, et al.
Read what the Rude Pundit-- still with us, thankfully -- has to say!
Thursday, October 05, 2006
Wednesday, October 04, 2006
He died on the sidewalk. Apparently, and I don't know this for sure, but he was on the sidewalk for approximately 4 and a half hours before he was reported to the police. I was at work and was told about the death, but not who it was until this morning. A neighbor, who doesn't speak much english either (he's asian, not latino, but that's one of the things I love about Atwater Village) told me who had died.
The memorial candles and flowers were placed on that spot almost as soon as his body was removed. I wonder if people had been so quick once he was discovered, if the candles and flowers would be necessary.
I hope he wasn't in pain and that he may have found some peace.
Tuesday, October 03, 2006
Here's his prescient take on his current situation.
Monday, October 02, 2006
Friday, September 29, 2006
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Art died this past Sunday of cancer. My best wishes go out to his family.
Wednesday, September 20, 2006
After 9/11, I, like the majority of people in the U.S. and around the world, wanted to find the people responsible and punish them. I still do, but my confidence in our government began waning as soon as Bush came out with the language of "War Against Terror". I thought then and I think now that they used 1984 as a means to their ends...and their ends is never the end of terror. For with an end to terror, they have nothing.
Sunday, September 17, 2006
Saturday, September 16, 2006
We started with an heirloom tomato salad with feta, cucumbers and olives. We asked for no olives -- as was noted on our check-- but they came anway. Despite them,. the salad was fab. Light, sweet and tangy.
Next up, I had the beef medalions and Carl had the red snapper. The snapper was a little undercooked, but deliciously rich and buttery. My beef was absolutely sensational. Moist, tasty and completely finished. It came with savory potatoes and great spinach -- i guess e coli was extra...
We finished with the chocolate/almond cake with ice cream The cake was tasty, but a wee bit hard and cold. The ice cream was fantastic and the combination was superb. My only wish is that the cake was warmer and more moist.
Overall, a very encouraging and tasty start for Canele. Can't wait to return!
Friday, September 15, 2006
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Wednesday, September 13, 2006
Tuesday, September 12, 2006
Sunday, September 10, 2006
Too many people are thinking of security instead of opportunity. They seem more afraid of life than death.
- James F. Byrnes
Never chase a lie. Let it alone, and it will run itself to death.
- Lyman Beecher
Even the fear of death is nothing compared to the fear of not having lived authentically and fully.
- Frances Moore Lappe
Almost everything – all external expectations, all pride, all fear of embarrassment or failure - these things just fall away in the face of death, leaving only what is truly important. Remembering that you are going to die is the best way I know to avoid the trap of thinking you have something to lose. You are already naked. There is no reason not to follow your heart.
- Steve Jobs (largest Disney investor)
To be, or not to be: that is the question:
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,
Or to take arms against a sea of troubles,
And by opposing end them? To die: to sleep:
No more; and by a sleep to say we end
The heartache and the thousand natural shocks
That flesh is heir to,--'t is a consummation
Devoutly to be wish'd. To die, to sleep;
To sleep: perchance to dream: ay, there's the rub:
For in that sleep of death what dreams may come,
When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,
Must give us pause: there's the respect
That makes calamity of so long life;
For who would bear the whips and scorns of time,
The oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely,
The pangs of despised love, the law's delay,
The insolence of office and the spurns
That patient merit of the unworthy takes,
When he himself might his quietus make
With a bare bodkin? who would fardels bear,
To grunt and sweat under a weary life,
But that the dread of something after death,
The undiscover'd country from whose bourn
No traveller returns, puzzles the will
And makes us rather bear those ills we have
Than fly to others that we know not of?
Thus conscience does make cowards of us all;
And thus the native hue of resolution
Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought,
And enterprises of great pith and moment
With this regard their currents turn awry,
And lose the name of action.
- William Shakespeare
Cowards die many times before their deaths;
The valiant never taste of death but once.
Of all the wonders that I yet have heard,
It seems to me most strange that men should fear;
Seeing that death, a necessary end,
Will come when it will come.
- William Shakespeare
and lastly (though, I certaily can go on):
No man is an Island, entire of itself; every man is a piece of the Continent, a part of the main; if a clod be washed away by the sea, Europe is the less, as well as if a promontory were, as well as if a manor of thy friends or of thine own were; any man's death diminishes me, because I am involved in Mankind; And therefore never send to know for whom the bell tolls; It tolls for thee.
- John Donne
I hope and pray that those that lost their lives on 9/11 have found peace...because we have not.
Great news! Canele is opening in the former Osteria Nonni space and they have done a tremendous job in fixing up the space. It's now a warm, pleasant, modern space and the dream come true for new-owner and new-restauranter Corina (not sure how to spell her name).
I walked in this warm Sunday afternoon and, though they are not open, they welcomed me in. They were testing out their menu and it smelled heavenly. Though I do miss Nonni, they had not updated their menu or their space in more than 10 years. The new look is refreshing and the smell was more than promising.
Canele opens this coming Friday and will be open for dinners Tuesday - Sunday. Corina hopes to add Lunch and Brunch as well.
I know I'm going this coming weekend!
Yes it's true. Starbucks is going into the old Atwaters Ranch Market. While we certainly don't need another Starbucks -- and I'll be buying my baked goods at the locally-owned Rollin' Pin Bakery and getting my rare outside-work-or-home coffee at Kaldi -- it will benefit the many people who drive down Glendale in the morning and it has already forced both Rollin' Pin and Kaldi to spruce up.
However, I'm more concerned about what might be going in next door. I walked onto the site and a construction worker told me that an H&R Block is going in. All this time, I've heard about a Wine Shop/Cafe --something that a worker at Kaldi reiterated -- was slated for the space. And that would be ideal. An H&R Block would be a total waste of the great newly configured space. Come on, people.
Does anyone know for sure what's going in there?
My first real memory of the Towers comes from a time when I really visited NY for the first time as an adult. I was in school at Brandeis and decided to come down to Brooklyn with a friend who was from Brooklyn Heights (Hi Adam!). He lived just across the Brooklyn Bridge from lower Manhattan and one day we decided to ride bikes across the bridge to the Trade Center.
We did and it was magnificent.
Saturday, September 09, 2006
Even Minneapolis and Phoenix have stellar airports with trams, multiple eateries, newstands and more. Minneapolis even had comfortable leather-like chairs dotted around big windows for a relaxing read of the paper.
LAX has not been updated since just prior to the 84 Olympics. Now, I know Hahn had a terrible plan which thankfully was shelved and now Villaraigosa has added remote check-ins at shuttle stops, but that's just a bandaid. Some improvements that just need to happen asap:
1. Extend the freakin' greenline to the airport. Politicians caved to Airport Shuttle/Parking Lot companies. Show some freakin' courage already.
2. Once within a terminal and screened by security, you should be able to transfer to another terminal without having to go through security again. Cheese and Rice!
3. Add some sort of connection to the Theme Restaurant from every terminal (already passed security) -- maybe O'Hare like tunnels. For God's sake, it's a great looking restaurant that is so sadly underused because no one wants to go there and then have to find their way to their terminal.
4. More food.
5. If an airline -- Taca, for example -- has regularly scheduled late late night flights, please have a restaurant and bookshop open in the same terminal.
Wednesday, September 06, 2006
I don 't do this often (anymore) and I apologize for the mass email, but ABC is about to air a "docudrama" about 9/11 that is patently false and has been designed to politicize the terrible events of that day to the benefit of the republican party that has lead this country to a much less safe position in the world.
Take a moment and let your voice be heard:
Oh, and tell a friend, why don't you?
Wednesday, August 30, 2006
Monday, August 28, 2006
But I will (partly) concede one point to Mallaby: it's foolish to paint Wal-Mart or the broader business community as "evil." They aren't, any more than ordinary human beings are evil. It's just that, left to their own devices, both humans and corporations tend to act solely in their own self-interest. That's why we have laws to control human behavior, and it's why we need laws and regulations to control corporate behavior. I prefer a society in which people don't gun each other down in the streets, and I also prefer a society in which middle class workers prosper when the economy grows. I support laws that encourage both.
Read the whole thing! The bottom line is that we need business regulations because unregulated, business will do first what's best for business. To hell with morality. And that's why good government works for the people.
Friday, August 25, 2006
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Friday, August 18, 2006
Thursday, August 17, 2006
Tuesday, August 15, 2006
Oops, I'm wet. I sat in wet. Not good. It happens. I maintained my dignity, as best I could, and sorta half got up and slid my butt over to the next seat over...which was also wet! And, that's when one of the kids turned to me and said, I shit you not, "That seat's got water on it too." Yeah, no shit, kid. Maybe speak up next time before I sit down the first time...or at least the second time. And, I'm thinking and singing, "I love New York..."
So, now, back of shorts drenched, I stand. I've got blocks to go, stations to pass, before I get off. I'm just hoping that somehow I'll dry off before I hit the Village. Well, no matter how hot it is --and it is August in NY-- you can't just go from soaking wet to dry in 5 stations...but I was in luck.
The car stopped at 14th and somebody who speaks absolutely no discernible language gets on the PA to rattle on about something. I duitifully ignore. The car does not move for about five minutes and then....and then...it starts heading back up town. Wait, I think. This is not right. This, I don't think, is the direction we were going a minute ago. Nope. It's the opposite.
Drat! Still wet. I get off at 18th and, though I know I'm a mere 10 blocks or so from the village, I want to confirm it before I start to walk, as I'm meeting Andrew for brunch. So, I slide next to the ticketbooth lady and politely ask her how long of a walk is it to the Village. After 30 seconds of eye rolling, she deigns to lean forward to press her talk button and says exasperatingly, "What dear?" I repeat my question with a big smile, she pauses for another 30 seconds of concentrated eye rolling, presses said button again and says, "Yeah."
And then, signifying the end of the conversation, she theatrically releases the talk button. She is done.
And after ten minutes walking in the blazing sun and stiff breeze, I met Andrew and still looked like I was June Allyson on a bad day.
Saturday, August 05, 2006
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Friday, July 07, 2006
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Saturday, I'm on my regular constitutional through the neighborhood of Atwater Village and, lo and behold, a new middle eastern restaurant where before was a longrunning Philipino Market. I'm thrilled. THRILLED. I haven't had a good falafel since I lived in Hollywood and Me and Me at the corner of Crescent Heights and Santa Monica closed. THRILLED!
So, Wednesday night after work, I decide to walk by and maybe purchase some falafel and hummus. Well, upon close inspection, it's closed. Looks great, though. Big counter, nice floor, few tables...but wait. There are two tall stands. Could it be? Is it possible?
Next day, EatingLA shatters my dreams. It's a set for a new movie starring Tony Shaloub! Dreams of a falafel within walking distance crushed! Oh, Los Angeles!
Thursday, July 06, 2006
Sunday, July 02, 2006
What the federal government should be doing -- and won't for some time -- is restore the progressive nature of our income tax laws to where they were pre-Reagan. Over the past 30-odd years, the rich have been getting richer (more so in the past decade) and the middle class and poor have been getting poorer. If these trends continue, the country will consist of an Upper class and Lower class. Not a good model for success, n'cest pa?
Here are some solid graphs of how there is now a greater divide between the wealthy and not-so-wealthy people in this county. Basically, according to faireconomy.org,
Income for the top 1% skyrocketed 201% between 1979 and 2000.
Meanwhile, income for the middle 20% rose only 15% and income for the
bottom 20% rose only 9%.
So, if we return tax rates to pre-Reagan, we might just be able turn this trend around and begin to rebuild our infrastructure, provide equal educational opportunities to all people, restore the safety net, provde national health care and, heck, even fund our illegal and immoral wars.
And don't tell me that if the wealthy are taxed more that the economy will be sent into a tailspin, millions will lose their jobs and on and on. Save your breath.
Thursday, June 29, 2006
1. torture is bad
2. holding people without due process is bad
3. breaking the geneva convention is bad
Not sure what kind of impact this will have other than offering a glimmer of hope that not everyone running this country has gone batshit insane.
Tuesday, June 27, 2006
Monday, June 26, 2006
No announcement, no warning, no nothing.
We threw the hissy fit of all time. They asked people to disboard and receive compensation. No takers.
We were given overnight accommodations, meals, transportation back to airport, upgrades to biz and 200-dollar vouchers for future flights. Still, it is not enough. We wanted to go home. Our dogsitter, the valiant pasquale- wanted to stop sitting. Our jobs expected us back.
So, now, our friend Jon who through very lucky circumstances did board and made it home and we are here. It will be interesting to see what fate has in store.
Back tonight. Tomorrow, many pics from the beautiful country and not so many from the less than beautiful airport.
Saturday, June 24, 2006
Wednesday, June 14, 2006
Tuesday, June 13, 2006
I may not ride the bus or rails a lot, but I do want to and this site can help me do that. And, remember as I've said before, if you can walk, don't drive. Most of Angelenos live in some neighborhood where you don't have to drive to the bank, the grocery store, the coffee joint.
Walking makes both you, your neighborhood and your city healthier.
And for God's sake, if you can take a bus or train, do it. Find out how much more reading you can get done and take a look at what your fellow citizens look like as seen not through tinted glass windows.
Monday, June 12, 2006
Originally uploaded by miles10001.
Amazing that the paper of record in Los Angeles would have only 2 black and white photos and no story about Gay Pride. This is an event that draws more than 300,000 people to the streets of West Hollywood to celebrate diversity in one of the country's most diverse cities. Surely, it would warrant a short story? What gives?