Being as I’ve mostly been watching football mostly on the broadcast box this past couple weeks, I’ve been abnormally subjected to the flow of repetitive crapaganda from truck makers who want me to buy their stuff. A meaningless sampling of the most offensive marketing schemes: 1) Chevy’s fauxtriotic “This is your truck” TV campaign backed …
Seeing as I have to average 167.5 miles a month to make this year’s target, I’m off to a bit of a slow start. But getting back in the saddle with Friday’s night c-c-c-cold 33.5-mile ride up through northeast L.A. to Pasadena’s Rose Bowl and back, I finally kicked off my resolution to bike 2,007 …
A few days ago you might recall I waxed apoplectic over an article in the Times that waxed apopleptic over the joys and necessities of spending upwards of $8,000 or more for a bicycle. Indeed as an off-the-rack and rebuild type of cyclist I dared to dismiss and demean that niche market of really rich …
I did it again. I got my hopes up high and huge that I would be The Perfect Choice for a gig in Hollywood I went after. Felt even moreso after I got to the second interview with the new marketing director. But that second dance was in the middle of December. And a “Happy …
The forecast is calling for near-record lows as a high-pressure arctic-fueled cold front settles atop greater L.A. this evening and drills city temperatures down to the realm of 33 degrees — basically one notch above freezing. If so I wouldn’t be surprised if there’ll be some frosty stuff visible from our kitchen window on the …
This is kind of convoluted and roundabout, but on my Flickr stream I posted a blurry snap I took last Sunday of a section of the famed L.A. muralist Kent Twitchell’s L.A. Marathon mural, which was originally painted on the 405 Freeway near Century Boulevard but late last year was relocated to the 5 Freeway …
[Click for image macrotasticality] There you were yesterday afternoon, old nail. Unearthed no doubt by our six-month-old pup. You certainly didn’t excavate yourself from wherever your resting place was within the confines of a backyard that never ceases to amaze me with its seemingly endless trove of artifacts. The pup and I were playing catch …