Cross-posted from Blogging.la So I’m all set to brave the heat and the madding crowds of Costco just now and I bust out the front door to find a DHL box on the steps. At first I figure it’s something for my wife since I certainly wasn’t expecting any deliveries, but when I pick it …
Susan and I went to the Grove yesterday for a heat-beating matinee. Though we arrived in time for the 1:05 p.m. showing of Cars, we still opted for 1:25 p.m. screening of Superman Returns because even if it sucked it would pay dividends in terms of its near three-hour running time allowing us such extended …
On our way off the Santa Monica Pier Saturday we came across a dude who looked like he’d gotten some experience feeding Cheetos to the gulls. He’d profer a snack in his fingertips and the gulls such as these two that would hover above him, riding the onshore breezes until he’d relent and toss it …
The salient points are this: before my wife and I embarked on our trip to Africa this time last year, my friend told her neighbor about our journey and the neighbor, an editor for the L.A. Times, got in touch with me informally to see if I’d be interested in documenting the Rwandan portion of …
I am predisposed to not act my age when the mood strikes me, which is probably too often but what the hell. Thus, today after lunch at the Santa Monica Pier to beat the heat for a bit we went walking on the sand and found a deserted swing set that I immediately set to …
I’ve proven to myself again that any obscure film I place in my Netflix queue has a decent probability of sucking large. In this case it is with a 2005 gem from froggyland called Caché. The problem is, I scan a lot of capsulated movie reviews be they online or in print in the various …
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I’d be lying if I told you it didn’t occur to me that I’d been long-time lately low on stuff to rant about. Usually I can count on reading or seeing something — a high percentage of it’s tremendously trivial — that sets me off. Whatever the trigger, maybe I’ll write a letter to the …