Writing this morning’s microfiction entry I fwas visited by this itsy bitsy spider found crawling up the wall next to my desk, and it was kind enough to pause and allow me to go all macro paparazo (click to quadruplify):
What is this about? The Cleaner It was so cake. Print up a few flyers at the local library with a bogus name and number and then pick a neighborhood — preferably within walking distance of a Vons or a Ralphs — and go door to door up and down a few blocks like a …
I posted here on Blogging.la about the wonderful bird mural Susan and I discovered along Fountain Avenue near Gower while biking back from the Hollywood Farmers Market this morning. This afternoon we found that a flock of American robins had decided to hang out around our house, primarily in the backyard tree. Could they be …
What is this about? Charge He took another quick breath and listened. Nothing stirred outside, but suddenly lights that were on inside were being shut off, and searchlights positioned on the corners of the house hummed to blinding life and began sweeping in wide arcs that blanketed the front lawn in light. Lloyd took out …
It’s another successful IAAL•MAF ride in the books, this one much different from last year’s there-and-back to the Watts Towers of Simon Rodia. This time I went crazy with the research and we made stops at the childhood home of Nobel Peace Prize winner Ralph Bunche (1121 E. 54th Street); the location of the 1969 …
What is this about? Breach Three guards were visible on the front and east sides of the mansion. Probably more in the back and west side. Maybe someone on the roof. The whir of a panning surveillance camera at the top of the poll Lloyd squatted beside told him all he really needed to know: …
My daughter invited me to a concert she was involved in last night. That’s her sixth in from the left in the pink scarf — centerstage, as it should be. Despite a cold she sang beautifully. I’m so proud of her.