Frontyard Flower
I may not have time to stop and smell the flowers whenever I want but I can always spare a second and snap their picture (click image to go big): I love the wrinkled-paper look of the delicate petals and I don’t care who knows it.
Frequent Flier Smiles
Tony Pierce just posted on LAist about photographer Mark “The Cobrasnake” Hunter being on a flight to Miami and another passenger onboard just happened to be Mayor Antonio Villaraigosa who obliged the popular shutterbug by posing for a couple pix (here and here). Wow. One could come up with several reasons why Villaraigosa’s smile is so fake …
Me & Monty II
My ballpoint pen of choice for some 20 years has been the Montblanc Meisterstuck. I don’t mean I load up on pallets of them every five years, like so many disposable Bics. I mean that in 20 years this is the pen I’ve carried with me and used for writing purposes great and small. Yes, …
On The Internut No Proof Is Incontrovertible
You knew it was inevitable that someone would take an issue, right? In this case it was some guy whose YouTube screenname is Dink65. And his issue is with the post I made there of a short clip you might have watched of my first attempt up Fargo Street this past Sunday. In the video …
The Real Will Ferrell Just Stood Up
Since I just mini-ranted about 24 in my previous post, I want to take part of my lunch hour to mini-rave about the absolutely marvelous Stranger Than Fiction that apparently came and went last year just long enough for me to read a brief good review in Entertainment Weekly or the L.A. Weekly and put it on my Netflix …
“24” Rhymes With Bore
At the risk of damaging any tenuous perception that I have an intellect, my must-see-TV list consists of the following programs: 24 American Idol Lost Studio 60 On The Sunset Strip Survivor Susan and I were both into Heroes pretty diligently, but then it went on a lengthy mid-season hiatus around Christmas only to come back rather sluggishly which waned my enthusiasm …
Of Hills & Goodbyes
Agh. Fact is I was psyched out before I even left the house to bike over to the Fargo Street Hill Climb. I was breathing hard and adrenalating right here by my desk. Sure, there were a lot of reasons why I should succeed: I was lighter and in better condition than when I attempted …