As is so often the case, CBS’ “Sunday Morning” newsmagazine — my favorite program on television ever — draws stuff out of me. It could be inspiration, it could be revelation. It could be recollection. In this past weekend’s episode, a simple segment on fountain pens, reminded me of what was one of my biggest …
In the beginning of my first year at Le Conte Junior High in Hollywood I thought I’d become friends with a ninth grader named Tony. I say “thought” because it was definitively and painfully proven to me that this was later not the case at all. I can’t remember the particulars that resulted in Tony …
Also called: How Not To Park Your Big-Ass Rig In The Bike Lane You Long-Haul Bastard Venice Boulevard. Monday Afternoon. Note the red blocks indicating the parking dyslexia of this 18-wheeler’s operator. It’s the other way around, bonehead! View the vidclip here.
Above in my hands I hold a book I’ve had in my possession for more than seven years. Scanning my bookshelf a few days ago for something new to read — in English— I spied it jammed in between a biography of Theodore Roosevelt and a book of poetry and essays by Ralph Waldo Emerson …