Dinner With the Hollywood Advisor.


The other night I went to dinner at the home of The Hollywood Advisor, “Jason” who owns a little cabin (“Worst home in Malibu” his wife calls it) nestled into a canyon, mockingly rustic, but worth millions. They had just returned, from their yearly six-week jaunt across several continents. The family skied in Switzerland for…

El Color de La Vida.


Before the cold rains struck the San Fernando Valley late Monday afternoon, dark and menacing storm clouds went into formation. Seen from the empty asphalt of an abandoned parking in Panorama City, the view east lived up to its name. The craggy, inky, rock-topped San Gabriels permitted fog to brush their face. Eager to pursue…

Impressions of Chicago (Part II)


I was born and raised in Chicago. How I thought of that city, which I left before I became an adult, was cloaked and colored under the family who brought me up there and who soaked their biases into my head. That Chicago, more specifically Lincolnwood, became a suffocating, judgmental, intolerant and petty landscape of…

The Capriciousness of Life.


I was down in Venice yesterday on a foggy Saturday morning, down there to attend a training video for a new food processor I’ve been hired to test. I parked on Sunset near 4th Avenue, not far from Gjusta, where I went to eat. They sell loaves of bread for ten dollars there. And along…

2015 is Different.


2015 is a different year. Not only is it the first year I have ever entered without my mother, but around me, on the roads, in the skies, Los Angeles is changed. The economy, we are told, is back. There are more cars on the road. The air is acrid, and brown, and smelly. Gas…

Boulevard of Blankness.


According to City Data, the area of Van Nuys bounded by Roscoe Boulevard on the North, Woodman Avenue on the East,Burbank Boulevard to the South, and the 405 on the West, an area of 7.2 square miles, contains some 100,000 people at a population density of 13,271 per square mile. The LA Times claims 110,000…