At 5:19 a.m. a restless Ranger was whimpering and trotting around the house and so I got up to let her out into the backyard thinking she had to pee, which she may have hade to do, but instead she first charged up into the corner of the backyard and practically right into the ass …
As I finish up my third consecutive week working here in El Segundo, I’m pretty pleased with my cumulative commute score of 6-6-2, which translates to six days driving, six days mass-transitting, and two days bike commuting. Certainly the less I’m crawling the freeways in my truck, the better. But still… I could’ve been a lot lazier …
UPDATE: If you’re visiting from Jalopnik, welcome and thanks to them for the link love… I think. As to their subheadline sass over asking “who calls a horn a honker,” the answer is: not me. Down near the end of this post “honker” refers not to a horn itself, but is rather the agent noun form of  the verb “honk” and describes the person honking …
Well, it was a unique start to the day to be sure. I’ll spare you the lovely details other than to say it’s not too many sunrises that I greet with long overdue backyard poop-scooping duty, but since I’ve been getting home well after dark these last several weeks and today is trash pick-up day on our block, I answered …
Though Monday morning started off wet and dreary and disappointing with the cancellation (because of potential thunderstorms) of a whale watching excursion out of Redondo Beach that I’d planned on going on with my friend Cybele, it turned into a remarkable day of discovery under clearing skies that included first-time visits to the Watts Towers, …
Susan and I took a wonderful four-mile stroll today along Sunset across Echo Park to Douglas Street up into Angelino Heights and then back down around Echo Park Lake and up the the Brite Spot diner for breakfast before coming back home. But now it’s time to get down to the business of grocery shopping …
There’s plenty for me to kvetch about in regards to yesterday’s first L.A. Storytellers workshop at the Dorothy Chandler Pavilion. But the encompassing aggravation is that I’m a writer, not a teller. I won’t go too deep into a play-by-play other than to say I arrived to find a much larger turnout than I’d been …