and holy crap this health care debate is getting out of hand
no really, a man had a finger bitten off in Thousand Oaks during a health care rally
the 65 yr old man allegedly punched a health care protester and then got his pinkie bitten off during the ensuing ruckus.
DONT YOU DARE GIVE ME FREE HEALTH CARE – chomp!
im pretty stoked
usually i just make a “blog sandwich” out of info from other sources, and then i present it in a funny way or attempt to add something extra. today i heard about this texas taxidermist who had ended up with the dead body of a Chupacabra and i was all eff this i gotta call this dude.
dude couldnta been nicer, and his half-brother was nicer still.
so right now im waiting on one of my favorite copy editors to finish red penning my masterpiece. i think hes run out of red. hes a pro. top notch guy and im sure i have a lot to question because its a much longer post than i planned. but such is life.
earlier today i spoke with some really cool people from our Glendale paper and few others from some of our other neighborhood papers. they all wanted to know more about blogging and social media. i brought donuts and we spent a good chunk of time talking about group blogs vs individual blogs, wordpress vs typepad, and how to fit in blogging to a reporters already busy schedule.
one thing i said to do was to blog while youre waiting for copy to get back to you or while youre waiting for a source to call you back.
like what i just busted with here. hi.
update: it’s up
lets say you were going to go to a concert.
lets say it was The Pretenders, Cat Power, and Juliette Lewis
lets say it was gonna happen in a really cool outdoor theatre
the same one Elvis Costello just rocked.
the question is: if you could get pit tickets for $50 would you take them?
keep in mind youd have to stand the whole show because there are no seats there
or would you pay more money and sit in the seats like a normal person?
and now im tired. of course its 143am. of course i havent just been working exclusively. but i am tired. and i dont think its the work.
i think its the damn heat!
when i first moved to hollywood from the wessssside one of my fears was that it would be so much hotter on this side of LA. and yes its about 10 degrees warmer than the beach but its not like im in the congo.
this apartment isnt meant for long term use. it doesnt have an air conditioner. ive never used the heater. it doesnt have a dishwasher or a washer dryer.
the fridge runs all the time, for no good reason.
i dont have a parking spot.
theres dog poop under the leaky hose, but none of the dog owners pick up the poop.
the store next door closed outta the blue and there hasnt been a sign on the front or any movement around the back. everythings just totally cleaned out and no one seems to be leasing or renting or buying the place. its just frozen in time.
thats the only thing that doesnt make me tired.
it makes me happy. mostly because it keeps me believing that maybe some of this will just turn into a musical at any minute and life will start making sense again.
hot babe was over this weekend. two, to be specific. after some investigation i discovered that one of em was wearing a g-string. and for several days now im still trying to understand the wonder of that piece of human invention.
no animal, if you gave them 5,000 years of making clothes would bust with the thong. giraffes? nope. monkeys? hell no. rhinos? dont be silly.
not even in 10,000 years would the hyena whip out the g-string and then sell it at target.
and its not because theyre lazy.
Although she had taken piano for six years, she was playing pieces that some of my first year students play. But the miracle about her playing was that she had both a beautiful tone and a very convincing musicality. In fact, of all my students, even the very advanced, she was the most sensitive. She had an ability that had nothing to do with coordination or memory, and I am stumped to explain where that ability came from.
She could not sight-read, and she could not pick out a tune by ear. She had to learn everything by route repetition, note by note. We worked on Bach’s Prelude in C, WTC I, a piece that I picked for her because it was “real” music, not the piddly five-finger patterns from her beginner books, and although it is a very difficult piece in some respects, the left and right hand do not have more than one note to play at a time so that coordination between hands is not an issue. It took most of a year, but when she had it memorized, her personal interpretation was stunning. She created a whole different environment in the musty basement studio, and I held my breath so I could get all the juice of the sounds she made. After three hours of listening to the superficial banging and plunking of students before her on Tuesdays, she brought me music. I fell in love with her.
Shes been blogging since Dec 2003, beautifully.
Read the whole post here.
i have more photos that are about to come back from the drug store.
before the gig we ate tacos at Los Burritos in echo park and while i was asking for extra chips, my truest slipped into the liquor store next door and came out with a four pack of bartles and james. love her.
meantime, were you aware that the hills of LA are on fire?
katfran is.
its fun. used to be the Format. now its fun.
theyre playing for free tonight and im trying to get my truest to go with me.
she will probably say shes tired but i just wanna say “be calm”
and come.
but who knows, maybe ive gotta get a real date. but i dont want such a thing because im pretty sure she will love it cuz – damn just listen to that song.
Steve McDonald from the Redd Kross and keyboardist bro from the Jellyfish producing this thing and it may as well be Brian Wilson hisself if you ask me, or bro from ELO.
but just listen to that singing.
how is this band unsigned?
but it ended in sushi with a girl who flashed me at the gas station
followed with a “hey lets go see the medical marijuana kfc“
so of course terrible fire wants to visit our lush hills
our LA Now blog is covering it beautifully, as to be expected.
and whats really nice is our readers appreciate it, which is very sweet.
heres a comment that was left around noon today:
To All Reporters:
I can not express how much I appreciate your up to date information on the Station Fire. The TV news may have a two hour gap or more between reports,
I am hunkered down in my home in Altadena trying to avoid the bad air quality outside and missed bringing my daughter back to college up north this weekend. Someone in the family had to stay with the house to load the car with important papers , pictures in case of evacuation.
Your reports are such a comfort and do not go unappreciated. Many Thanks.Posted by: Jeanette | August 30, 2009 at 11:31 AM
But probably the most-LA story of the day was the one about the two people who thought that jumping in their hot tub would keep them safe from this blaze. turns out it wasnt so safe.
when they found a crack pipe on DJ AM and he was open and honest that he was addicted to the drug?
i know we wish he wasnt into crack, but wishing wont bring him back.
at this point arent the scientists supposed to simply look at the facts and say “oh theres a 30something man, theres crack, theres a crack pipe, here he is on MTV making a show about drug abuse, and here he is admitting that his palms sweat when he has a crack pipe in his hand, and here he is dead… it probably wasnt fast food that killed him.”