Dearthquake

Hundreds of hours of television dedicated to twenty seconds of reality.

My tires wobbled like a mother and then KLOS went quiet, silencing a much-appreciated "Street Fightin' Man". Then I got home. No bricks fell on my head.

I blame this little guy.

Sounds of the Summer

There's a mariachi band playing no more than thirty feet from my front door. They're pretty good. Two trumpets, a violinist, a chorus of shouters, bass and some barking dogs. Every now and then their sound gets swallowed up by the propeller of an overhead police helicopter - more commonly known as a Hawthorne street light. The helicopter has been hovering eerily close but this has not deterred the band. I wonder how that must look to the police up above. I can't see them because of a fence but I hope they are wearing something cool.

It kind of reminds me of this. But the opposite.

Smile Now, Cry Later

We're still here. Just catching up on some breakfast. Rosheila Robles took these pictures. Aren't they nice?

I Pity the Food.

Why is the food in New York so good? Is it all the walking that makes things taste better? Whatever it is, keep it up.