All posts tagged: ranting

A Few of My Favorite Things

the sound of a diesel engine warm towels laying on the living room floor at my parents’ home waking up early before traveling eating vegan banh mi’s when the sun’s setting – anywhere, but especially in the desert the feeling on your skin when you get into a hot car the joy of discovery that travel brings the sense of anonymity when you’re walking down a street in a crowded city the smell after it rains in the desert eating popcorn listening to a song I love, but haven’t heard in years the smell of an old dog’s breath a good cup of coffee in the morning being moved to tears by a movie doodling when an idea just “clicks” the early stages of planning something fun the smell of gasoline when a plane finally lands & you’re safely on the ground again finding a cool object at a secondhand store when it’s chilly enough to wear a long sleeved shirt, but not so cold that you can’t still wear shorts driving in LA with …

Catch-all is More of a Hodge-podge

I think that if I started this blog all over again I’d name it hodge-podge. Originally I thought of it like a catch-all dish that accumulates little odds and ends. Bills, bobby pins, loose change, buttons, political stickers, gum. It’s astonishing how many of those catch-all dishes I actually have in my apartment. They start out being useful, but quickly become piles of both important and unimportant things. I end up avoiding it all until it’s time to clean my catch-all dish out and start over again. But this Catch-all has become more of a hodge-podge. It’s like the area of my apartment where I’ve placed shoes, empty picture frames, books, and my old violin I’ve been meaning to donate. It’s my go-to spot for big things that don’t go together but have nowhere else to go – which is kind of like this blog. … As much as I want to pinpoint a specific direction for Catch-all so that I can actually try to reach an identifiable audience, it’s becoming clear that it’s just …

Complaining About LA Doesn’t Make You Cool

People complain to me about Los Angeles all the time. Mostly it’s grumpy folks who don’t live here, but sometimes it’s even those who have never stepped foot in the city. Everyone in LA is shallow! There are so many hipsters! The traffic is horrible! Everyone’s so snotty! There’s no culture! There’s no history! There are too many health nuts!  I wonder why friends, family, and acquaintances who live elsewhere feel the need to tell me how much they hate LA? Why they waste their time and energy whining about a place they barely know, to a person who openly loves calling Los Angeles home? There are folks who live here and can’t stand it because it’s not the right place for them, but some of them decide it’s objectively bad. LA’s too crowded, dirty, and pretentious…and I don’t fit in here because I’m different! These types of arguments seem to be based on a very narrow view of the city, ignited by ideas about what life’s like for predominantly white, upper-middle class people who live here. …