I’m not sure what time it was yesterday. The sun had dropped behind the Micheltorena Ridge to the west but it wasn’t anywhere near dark yet. I was in the office when I heard Susan say “Oh no!” before I heard what she was saying “Oh no!” about. Then the screaming outside amped up and I …
My friend Mark, having rebounded from a long night’s birthday partying has posted a comment wanting to know the 411 on how yesterday’s ride went, and not to ignore him nor avoid a chance to ramble about bicycling, here goes. I’m pretty sure this is my third (maybe fourth) Volvo City of Angels Fun Ride. …
Tomorrow morning is the City of Angels Fun Ride. Forty-plus miles of police-accompanied (i.e. yelled at ceaselessly by The Man to stay to the right and obey all traffic laws!) bicycling goodness. I’m opting for my Giant road bike (improved this afternoon with two new shoes and a fresh saddle) rather than The Phoenix because …
Ya know, I’m down with this music festival whose name it shares with the valley where it takes place out there happening right now as it does every year. I know there’s a boatload of bands and it’s hot and bottles of water are $20 dollars and the porta-potties are filthy and there’s a whole …
So with the job interview and me recalling my childhood insomnia, I totally forgot to give it up about the four-minute visit I paid to the Hawthorne branch of the California Department of Motor Vehicles this morning. Seeing how I needed to produce proof of a clean driving record for this position I was to …
I’ve been wanting to do this for awhile: create a chrono-log of my memories as a native angeleno. From my earliest on up be it a recollection fuzzy or crystal clear, paragraph to novella in size, mundane or meaningful, it’s important that I attempt a compilation of my memories. And so we begin with the earliest concrete bit …
When I think back upon my vaaaast array of employments, my favorites have involved me being outside. Be it paperboy for the Herald Examiner in Hollywood (or later during high school when my mom was that paper’s Echo Park/Silver Lake/Los Feliz distributor) or a foot messenger walking a beat in Century City (even though it …