Lost

As a crier I run the gamut, from getting choked up at the slightest provocation to outright bawling. I am not ashamed of this. Susan can attest to my waterworks, from the hitch-n-sniffle resulting from a poignant moment on television to something bordering on insane, like when I basically cried through the entire performance of …

Microfiction – 017/365

What is this about? Countdown So I asked him “Are you talking about the Taylor’s in La Canada?” And he snaps back with “No! I’m talking about the fucking Taylor’s in Koreatown, all right?” And in the sudden awkward silence that immediately enclosed the entire table like a body bag that got me thinking no, …

Microfiction – 016/365

What is this about? The Murphy The duplex on Wilton north of Beverly had one of those old-fashioned Murphy beds. Not the cheap ones that stored up behind the closed doors of a cabinet. No, this one was in the dining room and pivoted a full 180 degrees. Original equipment. When closed up and put …

Microfiction – 015/365

What is this about? Mutha Mom heard the crying a couple seconds before Leigh came running in through the backdoor. She was heading straight for the stairs to her room but came to a complete stop before she was across the kitchen after mom intercepted her with a sharp “Hey!” Leigh turned and faced her. …

Strange Phrases

There was that time last winter when I called a reckless motorist a “12th-level jackass” without knowing what the hell that might have meant. Then there was the SUV driver this morning who turned left directly in front of me to enter an alley as I barreled down the slope of Redondo Boulevard approaching Pico …

You Go Your Way I’ll Go Mine

So on the bike in to work yesterday morning on Sepulveda through Culver City, I couldn’t resist stopping and setting up a shot with the temporary signage below showing that my bike is my own special brand of alternative to the jamways of L.A. (quadrifiable if clicked):

I See Falcons In L.A.

This is from last Friday; a peregrine falcon took an afternoon break on the 12th-floor ledge of the building across the courtyard from me. The snap is extra craptastic thanks to having to take the shot handhed through a dirty window with the camera on 12x digital zoom (clickably triplifiable, but don’t expect anything special):