Mack Reed over at L.A. Voice, who I’ve previously dubbed L.A.’s unofficial bikepoet laurreate supplied an excellent post with tons of pix about the cycling route he took this morning that included the bikeway between the Golden State Freeway and the L.A. River. It was enough to get me nostalgic over the route I’d charted …
I’d rather not write about this. I’d rather just personally and privately acknowledge the binge and move on. But in the interest of keeping it real and not wanting anyone to continue believing I have some sort of ironclad willpower, here’s what happened. I went to the supermarket today. The trip began with me on …
It’s only been very recently that the generally reclusive and recalcitrant Bink (whose somewhat devilish demeanor led me to dub him “binkubus” early on in our relationship… I think specifically it was after he bit me on the head while I slept one early morning) has begun emerging from his shell and not only broadening …
I’m running late for a commitment, so I can’t expound on the day in my usual deathless way. It will have to suffice to say that i spent a good block of time in the backyard with the continuing reformation of the southeast corner into a potentially usable space. Little did I know my excavations …
Looking through Stephen Roullier’s excellent collection of images from last Friday’s Midnight Ridazz ride, I found he got one of me in all my helmetcam’d, The Phoenix-straddling glory during a pitstop at the corner of Hyperion and Rowena near the beginning of the ride: Turns out my overview post on the Bicycle Kitchen blog has …
It all started when I found Pumpkin snoozing on the bed this afternoon with his nose burrowed between his two front paws as if counting out some subconscious game of hide and seek. Then it became a mini-project to showcase all our animals in their various states of repose: Pumpkin the power napper. Ready or …
Sunday again. Weigh-in day again. I had a goal to lose three pounds given that I gained one last week. Perhaps it didn’t help that Susan and I went to the Spanish Kitchen on La Cienega for dinner last night and I had not one, not two but three mojitos and for dinner their carne …