Before you go notating that this blown-out low-resolution image of our local (and notoriously hard-to-capture sitting still) Cooper’s hawk in a pine tree a block away won’t drop any jaws over at National Geographic’s photo office, please understand I pixelized this predator by aiming my point-‘n-shooter through the eyepiece of my handheld binoculars, and frankly …
There are two stickers on the rear window of my truck that need to come off. Both are homebrew and have been there awhile. One demonstrates my support for a local radio station that until this week did its best to buck the system. The other showcases, somewhat cheekily, my ceaseless disappointment in the man …
No one said I was the brightest bulb in the basket, most of all: me. I’ve had my iPhone since, what… July? And for those months I’ve been confounded whenever I’d attempt to transfer music and video files to it. See, I kept on attempting the method with which I’d become so familiar in iTunes …
Early on in the planning stages of the upstairs renovation, Susan left a folder on my desk containing documents related to the house that I leafed through again this morning — this time a bit more studiously. Some deal with the foundation work she had done when she bought the house in 1999, and others …
Well, the bruised inside of my right thigh might argue with the “almost” part, but the fact that I managed to stay upright on the bike following such a catastrophic — and no doubt laughable-looking — pedal slippage is remarkable. I was stopped on 4th at Western. Long-ish wait, made minutely longer by the fact …
The latest strangeness to surface in the repository of odds and ends that is our Silver Lake backyard was this old specifically shaped piece of metal made the more curious by what seems to be the last of four curled up nails accompanying it. Susan first thought it might have been a corner piece to …
Ha. So I’m biking home last night, making a right turn onto Mesmer from Centinela and a motorcyclist on some tricked-out K1200-rE-3.1415 rice burnasaki races up to make the same turn and does so parallel to me — for some reason seeing fit right about my 7 o’clock to give a high-pitched double-rev of his …