First comes me changing my evil road warrior ways and instead of confronting/berating every vehicle that excessively encroaches on mine and my bike’s space, I come up with this entirely verbose and overtly diplomatic manner of raising awareness. Now this morning as I’m moving the cans down to the curb for trash pick-up, I encounter …
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 …
Yup, with five days left of 2007, it’s right about now when I start mulling what I’ll make happen in the new year. So here’s where I’m at, and it’s all about keeping it simple and specific — no “read at least 16 books” or “lose weight” or other such vague and general nonsense. I …
…On the way to the office today. Actually two — actually three, with the third one teaching me a valuable lesson. 1) In what may very well be a quintessential L.A. rite of passage (or at least a case of what-are-the-odds timing), I intersected with the downward trajectory of a falling palm frond (loosed from …
Santa brought my bay-bee a brand new shaft-driven velocipede so we took it out on the L.A. River Bikeway Christmas day for an inaugural spin before heading downtown for a matinee of “I Am Legend,” which was disappointing, but we made up for it by riding the Bonaventure Hotel’s elevator to the top floor afterwards …
I had dinner with Mark Burton last night, one of my oldest friends. I pedaled up just ahead of the surprise rain showers to the Versailles restaurant (never bothered to figure out why a Cuban restaurant chain is named after a French palace) on La Cienega just south of Pico. I hadn’t seen him since …
Our wonderful tree for Christmas 2007, as decorated this afternoon and seen with its reflection in the glass top of our coffeetable: Merry Christmas!