For whatever reason, I was having more trouble processing my fatherlessness than I’ve ever had in pretty much all my 46 previous Father’s Days, brought to you by the deadbeat coward sonofabitch I’ve never met named William Lloyd Campbell who’d be 84 this year if he is still among the living. All I know of …
Whether you ride every chance you get, haven’t in years, or are somewhere in between, we are all bicyclists. As such, please consider answering the California Bicycle Coalition’s call to submit your support for Senate Bill 910 — the 3-Foot Safe Passing Distance Bill — to the following elected representatives in the State Assembly and …
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(click it for the bigger picture) An intriguing spider, not quite one centimeter in length and of unknown species found on one of the hammock ropes in the backyard. I’ve not before seen one with such a large and tall cephalothorax in relation to its abdomen. I have an ID request in to the indispensable …
If you’re in my Silver Lake neighborhood (south of Sunset Boulevard between Parkman and Benton Way) and are missing this very people-friendly (but not very cat-friendly, though amazingly crate-trained) tortoise shell calico cat (I’m guessing female), it’s safe and ready for pick-up. Send me an email at wildbell@gmail.com. Or get me on Twitter: @wildbell. If …
Found this morning hanging out on the snail blossom vine. For a sense of its scale, the insect could have fully stood upon my thumbnail with room to spare (click it for the bigger if grainier picture).
It took longer than I’d expected to break out of my lazy cage this Saturday. That morning I had grand handyman plans to tackle several indoor projects and one outdoor one, but literally didn’t/couldn’t get going on them until way late that afternoon, when Susan and I piled into the Ford Escape and made a …
Until yesterday I had been woefully lax in the maintenance of our treefrog Hop’s space. The last time I cleaned it was… I can’t remember when. Months. Upon Months. Maybe even more than a year. Not cool. My excuse was two-fold. 1) It didn’t smell, and 2) Hop didn’t seem to mind the increasingly organic …