Box Walk/Santa Monica.


For awhile now, residential modernism has been in charge in Los Angeles. There was a period, roughly paralleling the 80s and 90s, when ersatz historical structures were the rage. Overdressed, highly embellished and gaudy. But the stripped down box, the serious architect’s preferred style, is now the only way to build, especially on the west side…

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…

Denial.


“She was screaming at night about her arm, her chest, her leg,” Anisha, a caregiver, said. “She hardly slept.” Anisha was speaking about my mother,now in Stage 4 cancer, confined to a bed for the last eight months. Later on, when I went into her room, my mother said she had slept well the night…

Death at the Beach


Yesterday, I was at my mother’s bedside, as I have been many Sundays since January. My 10-year-old niece Ava was there too, propped up in front of my mom on the rented hospital bed, her violet eyes shaded by a straw hat. And my sister-in-law Pri sat nearby in a white leather chair, resplendent in…

The Art World


  6/4/14 Yesterday I went, as I have for almost six months, to visit my Mom, ill with cancer, now in hospice, at her apartment in the Marina. She can’t walk now, so she is either in bed, or lifted onto a chair, wheeled over and pushed out, into the sun, or more often, up…

Anesthetized.


There were 120 narcotic “Norco” tablets in the prescription bottle on March 31st. Six days later there were seven. The medicine was supposed to be administered to an elderly cancer patient, bedridden, in pain. But the physical therapist probably stole the medications, stuffing 100 or more pills into his pockets. And yesterday that was the…