It’s that time of the year, or close anyway, where the warm spices come out and people want to sit by the fire in their slippers and sip muddled wine and munch on cookies. It’s a bit of a problem here in SoCal, though, because it stays pretty warm in comparison to the rest of


Nowhere to go from the heat and opressive boredom of a kid’s park school event and craving something fresh and cold, possibly a salad and a draught of frigid sparkling water to soothe the parched membranes of our parental esophagi, we headed down Melrose to Ronan based upon one of Chef Fox’s past recommendations. This…
I love a bad conspiracy theory. The crazier the better. Maybe it’s my penchant for science fiction, maybe it’s that I just love to hear something so outrageously stupid, or just plain outlandish, that it gives me a warm fuzzy feeling that I’m not the only crazy one out here on this floating mudball hurtling…
This one here is something Angel worked on for a spell. He wanted sapote, I got him sapote. What to do with it once you’ve got it is another story. It’s a shame, but you have to throw the skins away…You can eat them, but there’s something in them that makes you quite sleepy…A mild…
Yes, in case you’re wondering, it’s named after the Ween song of the same name. If you know nothing about Ween, I’m sad for you. They’re one of the great indi rock bands of the 90s. Two brothers, Dean and Gene Ween, from upstate New York, started it all…But no…I’ve come to learn, they were…
“They” say it takes about six months to fully acclimate to a move. I never really got the gist of that one until now. It’s been almost two months in now and I’m still trying to grasp it all but I’ve moved a lot since I came to LA. Silver Lake – Marina del Rey…
I’ve been writing about this building a bit because I’ve been a bit uninspired as of late working behind the bar. I maintain a daily writing regimen but am starting to veer a bit toward a book I’ve been planning for the last six months entitled Nocturama about a man (who suffers from voyeurism, ha)…
The building was located on Rossmore Avenue, at the northern edge of Hancock Park on a long, sweeping, busy block before it became Vine Street where it hit a crossroads at Melrose and the neighborhood took a hard turn away from the grimly lit tall apartment buildings and quickly shrank back to reveal drab strip…
Awake. No milk in the fridge. Sister in law on the couch. Squeezing my hands to pump out the fatigue. Are you supposed to wake up tired? Did this happen to our ancestors? Slight inflammation possibly from bread maybe just from gripping tins and shaking over a hundred drinks while under pressure. A short staffed…