Midnight Ridazz

I ended up bailing from last night’s Midnight Ridazz at the first extended stop at MacArthur Park because I’m a grumpy ‘n geezery sunzabeech who can only take so much standing around in the dark, and there was just too much standing and not enough riding to suit me. Still, when things were more mobile …

@!#$*%& Gas-Powered Leaf Blowers And The $%!@#& That Use Them

For far too many Saturdays mornings the gardeners for the people next door to us have been excessive (to say the least) in their illegal (LAMC Sections 112.04 & 112.05) use of gas-powered leafblowers. This particular morning it started shortly after 9 a.m. and with a couple brief breaks (I assume because the machines ran …

Microfiction – 039/365

What is this about? The Sparrow The lunchtime errand had taken longer than expected. He had a meeting in 45 minutes that needed about an hour’s preparation. And the parking lot was so packed he had to go down to the third level to find a space, but damned if Tom Bradlock didn’t drop everything …

The Power Of A Blog

Holy Moly! My company’s “Driving Traffic 2007” contest concluded and I finished in third place for the month of December ($100), second place for the fourth quarter ($150), and second place for the year to date ($500). I’d like to claim it’s because of the strength of my online knowledge sauce but the simple truth …

LACMA Enlightened

Rolling home from work yesterday I detoured up Fairfax* to Wilshire and the Los Angeles County Museum of Art to see the official lighting of Chris Burden’s “Urban Lights” sculpture in the museum’s courtyard. Flickr set here. * Point of order: Passing all the restaurants along Fairfax through the Little Ethiopia district when you’re hungry …

Couch Taters

Last night during either “Survivor” or “Lost,” Jiggy  and Ranger shared the sofa: (click to triplify)

Microfiction – 38/365

What is this about? The Pigeon Belson stared through the miniblinds out the window up on the 25th floor and looked out past the shopping center and across the highway to the vast expanse of cemetery, a section of which was filled with tall gnarled oaks entwined with Spanish moss. Beneath one a funeral was …