At the northwest corner of Crescent Heights and Wilshire this morning sat a weathered man holding a weathered piece of written-upon cardboard in one hand and a plastic cup in the other. I don’t remember what the sign said verbatim, but it included the words “Please Help” and gave information that the man was hungry …
At the end of March I wrote a post detailing a pair of stupid cyclists I encountered one morning on 4th Street. The first one was surly and despite being a slowpoke had no patience for the long red light at Wilton Place, and the second one was overdressed and jumped a four-way stop a …
Sigh. Picked this hitchhiker up while rounding the corner from Overland onto Venice Boulevard, where it ran itself through the tube within. I gamely attempted to patch the entrance and exit wounds, but it was getting dark and cold and so I finally replaced it with my last new one and got myself over to …
With about a gallon of 87 octane left in my truck’s gas tank, if I’d reeeeeeeally wanted to yesterday I could’ve put off filling her up and then gone ahead and accumulated an additional week’s worth of bike-commuting mileage. But I’d driven to Burbank Sunday morning to help rearrange some furniture for my mom, and …
If you’re an angeleno, odds are at some point during your time here you’ve experienced the falling of a palm frond from its tree. I’d hazard you haven’t ever had the pleasure of being 40 feet away from 17 30 — count ’em: 17 30! — of them full-sized suckers falling at once. I have. …
Today was too warm and too beautiful and too Saturday not to finally liberate the hammock from its off-season quarters in the basement and re-install it back to its rightful place on the stand situated in the upper corner of the backyard: (click thumbs to enlargify): Â Running a, uh… prolonged and required Official Hammock …
Hey now! The photo below (click to humongify) of a passion flower and carpenter bee that I snapped on the way to work this morning (and posted to L.A. Metblogs) was found by Mark Fraunfelder and posted on Boing Boing. Dang Dang! Too bad he thinks my name is “Will Mann.” Even more too bad …