On the day after another successful yet not uneventful Midnight Ridazz (posted about here on the Bicycle Kitchen blog), it was all about hanging around the house and taking it easy, which meant kicking it in sun in a beachchair in the backyard with a Diet Dr. Pepper, my current book (Curse of the Narrows), …
In the midst of politely disagreeing with me and providing historical context as to why “The Los Angeles Angels of Anaheim” is pretty cool in his book, my friend Timothy commented earlier that he and his family are about to batten down the hatches in New York for an impending blizzard. I had to look …
Fair warning: this is a scattershot post of little consequence, flitting between whatever topics are bouncing around my brain until I get bored and go to bed. • The Grammy Awards were on TV last night. I do not care for awards show, least of all the Grammies. I interact so little with whatever they’re …
So as explained in my earlier post today, after removing the big ass piece of metal from its landlocked position a few feet below the surface of the earth in the backyard, I threw in the towel because there didn’t seem much point in moving all the earth I’d removed. So the right rear corner …
I’m too lazy to find them and link to them so it will have to suffice that I’ve written past posts on my backyarcheological discoveries. Glass vessels mainly that intrigue me not simply for any historical significance they lend to the backyard, but because they’re there… and have been for years. Well, one of my …
So I biked over and met Carolyn Kellogg, editor of LAist.com at the Britespot in Echo Park this morning. Susan and I met her at the wake for the Ambassador Hotel at the HMS Bounty last week and since we’re both unemployed and living livses of leisure (cough) she emailed an invite to get together …
I’m not really a fan of jigsaw puzzles. I’ve done several in my time, but I don’t get all goosebumply at the thought of putting together pieces of anything. So that can’t explain why I dropped everything on Saturday after Susan presented me with a box full of the shattered remains of two dishes that …