Any resident whose done their time here in Los Angeles recalls fondly the period before and during the 1984 Olympics when a variety of misconceptions and misjudgments left Los Angeles a veritable commuters paradise. There are probably a variety of factors contributing to those glory days, but by and large the easy one to cite …
Holiday shopping for my sweetie is mostly a hit/miss scenario. While I can be pretty specific and disproportionately demonstrative in what I want to unwrap on the big day, answers from her to “whatcha want for Christmas?” can range from sheepishly “I dunno…” to adorably petulant “Iwantthehouserenovationdone!” Mostly, it’s the former. And that leaves me …
The front steps of our house are a pit of darkness. I swear, any ambient street light gets sucked into the risers like a black hole. This is something Susan’s wanted to address permanently for a while, and something we band-aid each Halloween and Christmas season when we install temporary lighting to temporarily provide some …
Earlier this week I dusted off that bike story from the archives, now let me tell you this one: It was without doubt the single most infuriating and vengefully satisfying bicycling encounter with asshats in a car and it happened a looooong time ago. It was the summer of 1991. I was going through a …
I guess I could blame last night’s earthquake on the increased general aggression and agitation I encountered from drivers on my ride home from work last night, but two in particular — both coincidentally operating Toyota Rav-4s — stand out from the rest. The first one, driven by an older blond woman, came up behind …
Hey Will, I remember you managing to squish your thumb during some routine bike maintenance a couple weeks ago! How’s the digit doing? Well, she don’t really hurt no more, but still sure looks angry. Thanks for asking.
Note: I’d written this to completion December 28, but an inopportune FAIL of WordPress’ draft-save function left only the first few paragraphs saved and the rest unrecoverable after I clicked “publish.” In the frustrating aftermath I’ve spent the last week grousing and harumphing miserably at all that had been lost, waffling between junking the saved …
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