New Horizon

(click to quadruplify) Actually the horizon pictured is more than two years old, taken from the last whale-watching expedition I went on with my friend Cybele back in January 2006. I offer it up mainly as a random grab from my archives, but also one very weather-appropriate: it was warm enough today to wish I’d …

Microfiction – 041/365

What is this about? Destination Time: The present Act I, Scene 2 (Scene 1 is here) A pre-op room at Community Hospital an hour later. Evan is still on the stretcher. A nurse is cutting his pants off as a police officer stands at the foot of the bed with a note pad. Evan is …

Magnificent Vista

(click to quadruplify) This morning my friend and fellow IAAL•MAF’er Manny and I scouted out next Saturday’s Watts Happening II Ride down to the 54th Street location of the horrific SLA/LAPD shootout of May 1974  and back where we arrived just in time for Mama’s Tamales to be open for a bite. Getting back home …

Microfiction – 040/365

What is this about? Destination Time: The present Act I, Scene 1 Emergency room lobby at Community Hospital at night. The main counter is empty. A man and a woman sit at opposite ends of the waiting area thumbing through magazines One dressed in all black, the other in all white. Occasionally the hospital intercom …

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 …