Half an hour in, and I am slumped forward in my seat, cradling my head in my hands. Five more minutes and my brain is pulsing against my skull from all the off-key notes.
I was led to believe this would be a dance recital. But there is one six-minute dance number and the rest is […]
Seriously, how anyone believed for ONE SECOND that Margaret B. Jones (aka Seltzer) had a legit memoir is really beyond me. The basic plot smacks of total fakery: little white girl grows up in South Central foster homes, runs drugs for her black, gang member foster brothers… wasn’t that a Lifetime movie? From the early […]
There’s a lot more to write about my trip, all the reasons I didn’t want to come back home, but I want to get all the materialistic stuff out of my system first. You’ve been warned.
Something about traipsing up and down all those hills makes it really hard to gawk at people like you can […]
Last night, the moon hung so low, so close to the earth, that I lost sight of it as I drove through Encino on Ventura Blvd. It dipped behind the squat minimalls, this deep orange moon, some omen for the Valley.
Anyway. I found a good quote by a French mime (yes, very ironic), Etienne Decroux, […]
At the Zen Buffet on Victory Boulevard, if you come late for lunch, they want you to check how much food they have left before they seat you. Everything looks fine, so we stay, and the hostess walks us to a booth by a window looking out onto the vast parking lot. I can see […]