Last year the Amgen Tour of California ignored Los Angeles, and the year before I had to go downtown to watch a bit of the time trial stage, but this year the Amgen tour’s course designers did me a nice favor in sending the final stage cyclists along Sunset Boulevard — literally a half-block from …
This is the odd perspective you get from my Silver Lake backyard when you jam an old low-res camera into the eye-piece of a 20X spotting scope (at right), duct tape them both together and point the contraption down at Sunset Boulevard and capture at a frame a second the river of humanity that surges …
Our front steps have drawn a unique menagerie of hanger-outers over the years. Everyone from day laborers eating fastfood lunches on the fly to bums drinking whatever on the slow to homeless people repacking their meager belongings to yoga gals having either a pre- or post-class cigarette or two to go along with a too-loud …
There are people in my neighborhood who think me an epic jerk. Such festering animosity stems from the fact that they have demonstrated themselves to be jerks as well — most often by parking their vehicles so that the block part — or occassionally all — of our driveway apron. With the new year, comes …
Plans are afoot to develop properties in Sunset Junction. One, the popular 4100 Bar and two, the Sunset Pacific Motel a long-derelict vagrant magnet (more appropriately known as the “Bates Motel” since it is bordered by Bates Drive, but more importantly because it is pretty creepy). Following The Eastsider LA’s post on the subject the ensuing …
While wandering through my entirely unorganized image archives for no particular reason beyond nostalgia’s sake, I came across these snaps made during an Echo park stroll with Susan in June 2004 of the landmark Jensen’s Recreation Center sign illuminated, an occurrence that’s pretty rare these days. The pix themselves are nothing I’d brag about other …
It’s certainly an odd comparison to make but your first ride on a new bike is a bit like your first cigarette: subsequent ones just never come close to being as good. And so it was that I took El Naranja for her inaugural roll around the way on a 12.39-mile roundabout route that’s pretty …