Mediocrity is Still Out of Reach.


Culver City, CA
Culver City, CA

Every day, the news reports indicate that home prices are falling. And here in Los Angeles, the price of a single family home has supposedly dropped 26.7%

So I wonder, as always, if it is finally possible to find a decent home in a decent neighborhood where your neighbors are not a pack of pit bulls, and the kids might be able to walk to school, and your wife (if you have one) might be able to walk around outside at night?

And then I find a three bedroom, two bathroom home in bland but increasingly hip Culver City, a town that has always reminded me of Burbank.  The residence looks in the advertisement like so many 1950’s starter houses, the ones that G.I.’s bought for $15,000 with $3,000 down and mortgage payments of $150 a month.

What might they be asking for this modest little nothing house? $1,050,000

Over a million dollars.

Orange Line is Being Repaved…Again.


Looking West towards Coldwater Canyon Blvd.
Looking West towards Coldwater Canyon Blvd.

The barely two year-old, 14 mile-long Metro Busway that runs through the San Fernando Valley is being dug up again.

According to the Daily News:

” Metro and its contractor, Shimmick-Obayashi Joint Venture, ended a more than yearlong dispute and agreed to split the $1.5 million costs of the repaving. The dispute arose when the transitway’s pavement began rutting shortly after the Orange Line opened for operation in Oct. 2005. Metro claimed that the pavement had been improperly laid, while SOJV claimed that Metro was running more buses with more passengers than expected.”

Metro is spending an additional half million dollars on “super paving” asphalt that may improve the durability and longevity of the roadway.

This screw-up seems to not only be an inconvenience for riders of this system, but a scandalous waste of tax money.

Imagine that a road which only hosts buses (no trucks, cars or other vehicles) is somehow so badly built that it must be repaired after only months of operation.

I am an enthusiastic supporter of the Busway and ride it regularly, but this is just bureaucratic and institutional stupidity.

Obama Fundraiser.


I attended an Obama fund raiser in Silver Lake this past weekend and shot these photos.

"The Word is Opportunity"



“I want to stress one word to you today, the word is opportunity.”

So said the man at the podium, to the audience of hundreds, including us, at the auction held yesterday at the Universal Sheraton. His company was selling 20 units of a condominium recently built on Acama Street.

The ballroom, gaudy, and badly furnished with patterned carpet, was filled with thousands of hopefuls, each carrying a $5,000 cashier’s check, hoping to get a bargain “in the greatest city in the nation, quite possibly the world”, in the auctioneer’s words.

Some were old, some were young, but all were lured here by low, low prices starting at $279,000 for a three-bedroom stucco sprayed unit near Vineland Avenue.

Heavily advertised, on TV, in print, and online, the property in exclusive Studio City, sits within lungshot of the Hollywood Freeway, whose deafening and poisonous roar has continued non-stop for the last 60 years. But not even the bad air, bad architecture and low groan of the carbon emitting monsters were enough to dissuade these potential buyers.

To attend one of these events is like going to Las Vegas. You imagine you will walk away much richer, and possibly set for life in either money or security or both. This event had all the fakeness and false promises of the upcoming American political conventions.

No sooner did the staccato Southerner start speaking into the microphone, then floor walkers pointed to each bidder, as the prices climbed within microseconds to half a million. Like Spring in Chicago, we missed the transition from low to high. A well-dressed Korean man and his family “won” the first unit at “only $510,000” plus 5% fee.

We sat and watched two more units sell within five minutes, and then we got up and left. There were no bargains here, only a crafty company unloading 10 million dollars worth of possibly valuable, probably overpriced, junk.

But we remember the opening speech well, as the speaker implored us to buy in the state “everyone in the nation, if not the world wants to live in.” We are supposed to believe in his words, partially because of his testimonial about buying a home in Orange County 15 years ago, that later bottomed out, and now is worth three times as much.

Yet there was no mention of California’s great San Bernardino or Stockton yesterday. I wonder why.

Taco Truck Law Dumbness.





Leave it to Los Angeles to make a law that will endanger small businesses, create more air pollution, inconvenience people, and waste gasoline. The “Taco Truck” ordinance will require these mobile restaurants to move around and will forbid them from staying in one location for more than an hour.

The NY Times reports how this started:

“They are a blight,” said Omar Loya of East Los Angeles who took his complaints about the trucks to the office of his county supervisor, Gloria Molina.

Ms. Molina’s policy director, Gerry Hertzberg, said the trucks had become “a big quality of life issue” in some neighborhoods.

“Businesses with a fixed place of business complain about unfair competition and the spillover effects mobile vendors have on the surrounding area,” Mr. Hertzberg said, citing litter, noise, public urination and excessive parking space hoarding as typical complaints.

I live in a neighborhood near Sepulveda and Victory without any taco trucks. Yet we also have litter, noise, public urination and excessive traffic.

Taco Trucks provide a cheap and easy way for people to feed themselves. They bring life to the sidewalk and neighborhood, far more than the ugly sight of the mini-mall restaurant that typically blights much of Los Angeles.

Just today, I ate a fresh shrimp Cerviche taco at the wonderful “Mariscos El Manglar” in East LA near E. Olympic and S. Downey Road. It cost me all of $3.00.

Next month, this wonderful business will spend half the day driving around, burning gas and adding to the air pollution in an already poisonously smoggy neighborhood.

Good work Ms. Molina.

Homeboy Industries


 


Homeboy Industries, originally uploaded by ~db~.

I went to the brand new, spanking clean, glorious Homeboy Industries today. Located just north of Union Station, east of Chinatown, this multi-faceted organization provides career counseling, job training, legal services and productive work for at-risk former gang members.

First we ate lunch at the Homegirl Cafe and had some delicious fresh salads and fruit drinks. There is a copious selection of baked goods, right from the on-site bakery, and a little gift store selling t-shirts. The staff is well trained, polite, professional. Ex-gang or reformed, I don’t care what they call themselves, their work ethic and dignity outperforms many LA restaurants.

We then were given a tour of the free services which include anger management, job and computer training, tattoo removal, post-prison release counseling, community service, legal advice.

As our group walked around, one young blind man in sunglasses came up to us. He told his story of how he was shot in the head and lost his sight. His sensory impaired head was positioned at an odd angle on his shoulders, but he explained that once upon a time “my gun was God, and then I found God”. He had been in prison, spent 18 years in a gang, and now worked here to help rehabilitate others like him.

Next to him, another man, with his left hand missing, no doubt shot off, told us how he teaches anger management.

I come from a privileged background, though I often don’t know it.

All across Los Angeles, what suffering people endure: violence, degradation, abuse. Under the shaved heads, behind the inked arms and chests, a holocaust of hopelessness.

But looking around downtown Los Angeles, there are seeds of change, like those plants which pop up in flame ravaged forests.