Cross-posted at Blogging.la  I wasn’t able to accompany my friend and fellow bike advocate Stephen Box (though his advocacy level is to the nth degree where as mine is merely to the third/fourth power) on his ride to the city’s bike advisory committee meeting last night, but fortunately this dude is everywhere and I was able to …
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I doubted I could top last year’s home decor/office flora extravaganza so I went an entirely different and decidedly (and maybe even less romantic) electronic route in the form of a new four-extension phone system to replace her tired solitary cordless (and make it less of a trek to chase away telemarketers), and a set …
So I went a little bid crazy Sunday after biking to the benefit for Trader Joe’s employee Adam Authier who needs money to help combat the mounting medical bills for his recovery from the massive injuries he sustained from a hit-and-run accident while he was cycling home from work near the end of February. Upon …
Susan scooped me on the backyard’s newest tenants, a mating pair of sparrows that are moving into a paper lantern dangling from the northeast corner of the house and busy constructing a nest within it. Being made of the aforementioned paper, the lanterns (there’s another hung from the southeast corner) are actually in pretty sad …
My patient and beloved Susan can attest to the annoying habit I have of barking out “Hey I know where that is!” at the TV when we’re watching a show or a DVD and I recognize wherever in Los Angeles a scene’s been filmed. Never moreso were the opportunities for Susan to deal with such disruptive behavior than …
It may look like I know what I’m doing but truth is I don’t play the guitar. Three years after getting this acoustic I know a few chords and the four-notes of the theme music to Monday Night Football and a simple version of the famous part of Beethoven’s 9th and not much else and …
In my almost-three years here, I’ve combated a veritable platoon of parking tards who insist on hanging their vehicles’ asses over the edge of our driveway apron to varying degrees of idiocy and inconsideration. Some dangle out juuuuuust enough to make it moderately inconvenient to back out or pull into my side of the tight …