A regular on the night bike-riding scene is a young fella by the name of Tom whose Midnight Ridazz nick is Fuzzbeast. One of the things Fuzz has become known for these last few months is his handmade faux-official street signage cut from cardboard featuring a bike and a word or two that he hangs …
About to amscray for another edition of Thugsday night bike riding, this time first to MacArthur Park to check out a free concert and then south to see the two places west of USC that Jackie Robinson called home during his 1947 rookie season with the Brooklyn Dodgers. Pictures will follow. UPDATE (08.10): I spoke …
I did something different at the job interview I had this morning — and no it wasn’t that I got there with time to spare (for once). Nah, what I did is going to sound inconsequential to those who don’t know me, but to those closest to me or at least aware of my history …
I’m gonna do something different and take the high road when it comes to Barry Bonds breaking Hank Aaron’s all-time 755 homeruns. Having made my peace that it’s going to happen within the next few days, when that moment finally comes I’m going to shut the hell up, acknowledge it for the lifetime achievement it …
Following up on my post last Friday about the excellent phone interview I had for a job I applied for, I had a phone call today with the company’s HR person and from that a person-to-person meeting has been set up in West L.A. for Wednesday morning with the company’s president. Nice.
When the lightbulb goes off in my head, it doesn’t have to be a thousand-watt blaze o’ glory. In this case the idea of capturing via timelapse the opening of one of the neighbor’s San Pedro cactus blossoms that I’ve been fascinated by of late was more like the equivalent of a tea candle flaming …
In my inbox this a.m. was the following urgentspam call to action regarding my “G MAI L” account (click to doublify): Yeah, as soon as I stop pffft’ing and snickering I’ll get right on that.