Willie Davenport of Baton Rouge

La., relaxes in Lake Placid, N.Y. after a practice session for the four man bobsled at the Winter Olympics in this Feb 20, 1980 file photo. Davenport, who won the gold medal in the 110-meter hurdles in 1968 and competed in a total of five Olympics, died of a heart attack after collapsing at Chicago’s O’Hare International Airport, Monday, June 17, 2002, the Cook County medical examiner’s office said Tuesday. (AP Photo/File)

i’m so lucky that so many bus drivers of the Los Angeles MTA read this blog because it’s so great to talk to all of you at once.

so far we have a pretty good relationship, you and i.

i pay my money; you speed past me when you dont want to stop, you dont open your door when people are clearly pounding on it begging to climb aboard, you mumble into the microphone at major stops telling us such vital info as la breereerrereah.

you dont let us eat or drink or smoke or play our radios

and thats okay.

but please turn down the air conditioners.

its ninety degrees but i need to carry a jacket

if i plan on using the bus.

if i wanted an air conditioner i would have bought a lexus.

35. town without pity

karisa says i didnt write much today

little does she know that i dont do any of the writing here. my staff just got back from their kabutz and theyre still a tad jet-lagged.

karisa and i have a pretty cool deal going. i never thought that i would ever have a friend who was a girl and pretty cute (sometimes) who i would actually prefer being “just friends” with, as if every cool girl needed to be a conquest or it was somehow a failure.

keeping a good friendship, especially during the turbulent dot com era that we got to know each other, is somewhat of a conquest.

and then there was the ongoing pleas and cries that she would deliver upon me night after night begging for me to be her “man”. the late night arguements outside of my front gates where i spoke to her through my security box telling her to take her drunken ass home or i was going to …

well, needless to say, we’re friends, she might want more from me sometimes, i might want certain things from her sometimes (like for her to sew the curtains in my smoking chamber that she promised more than a year ago), etc.

you know im writing this myself when i type “etc.” the writers never leave me hanging with that shit.

anyhow, for your delight, here are some of karisa’s daydreams today in LA, a beautiful afternoon…perhaps you have some of the same wishes:

“whoa. i cannot believe you just said that about the hammock and a backyard

and 2 palm trees….. i was just outside walking with merle and said that i

wished that on the roof of the building that there was grass, 2 trees and a

hammock….but i wanted a mini-wading pool instead of a mister!

“holy shit.

“right now i would rather be outside in the heat,

swinging a hammer, sweating from doing manual labor, and having a physical

finished product that people can enjoy for years to come.

“i would give up this shit any day for equal pay.

“i was sad about jesse ventura too. apparently, his 22 year old son has been

throwing way too many parties in the governors mansion!!!

“shit, it was a good thing my dad was not the president!!!

“i love the home depot.

“i love this weather.

“i love that i have a very SLIGHT tan and that i didn’t blowdry my hair after

i got out of the shower this morning.

“and i love that i look like i just woke up.

“i hate that i lost my sunglasses and i am getting one new crow’s feet per


“and i wish that i did laundry yesterday.


a nice woman who’d rather be outside with a hammer doing good for the planet, what’s better than that?

how about a guy from Turkey saying that this is the best Blog in the world?

and lastly, but not leastly, these are two sites that linked me for the first time today, but didnt put me on the left-hand side permanantly, so it doesnt “count,” but i apprecate it anyway so you should check them out.



i am lucky even to be honored to be on your blogs, nice people blogging at home.

or on your screens.

or on the other side of your emails.



have i ever told you that i love people who dress up in Spider-Man outfits

and illegally climb up skyscrapers? i do.

this morning i was seeing how my favorite escalator is fairing (it’s fine) and as i was emerging from the depths of wilshire and western i heard all these car horns beeping as if there was a traffic accident that people were upset about.

my commuting pal asked if maybe they were happy because of mexico in a world cup game. i said, “didnt we beat the shit out of mexico?”

we, like i had anything to do with it. like i even care.

and then it dawned on me that we were in the heart of koreatown, and Lo, there was a young man in a red shirt standing proudly through the sun roof of a gold Lexus holding a huge south korean flag giving the thumbs up to his fellow koreans as they celebrated an apparent victory in the big soccer game that all you kids seem to want to be excited about.

former Daily Nexus writer Martin Boer wrote a story yesterday in the Financial Times about the USA/Mexico game that you should all read immediately.

If you care.

Which I don’t.

But I love Martin, cuz he’s dutch and he introduced me to his mom who i think is psychic cuz she predicted jeanine and I breaking up.

and he’s the real brains behind Gauchos in Cyberspace, which I need to update on my Gauchos page, which I havent in a while, my apologies. I like the list, but i also hate it because it makes me feel like all my genius friends have leap-frogged my skinny ass, and im incredibly competetive. except for the times, like now, where im lazy lazy lazy. and i was thinking about making July “kick the ass out of everyone Month” but then someone loaded a bowl and i went back to flipping the channels.

Ready for the Brilliant Idea of the Week #2: Krispy Kreme needs to immediately open up shops on Hollywood/Highland, Downtown Disney, Universal City Walk, and Venice Beach.

I don’t know why the hell they’re dragging their feet, but they are. It’s a friggin DONUT STORE, people. strike while the iron’s hot.

Maybe Magic Johnson needs to invest. He’s opening two 24 Hour Fitnesses today.

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