Agh, us faultless “entitled” humans. Practically every day I’m shown another example of how we think we do own the planet. This time it was on a rather small scale via an alert to residents of the next monthly Silver Lake Improvement Association gathering later this week. As highlighted above, one of the items to …
You’re gonna wanna click the above Eureka Dunes panorama thumbnail First off props to my beloved Susan because I gotta say it takes a special woman who says “hell yeah!” when I tell her that I want to drive out to the middle of nowhere in the middle of the night with our two dogs …
I’ve been stewing over this since reading it in yesterday’s L.A. Times. Between the latter part of November and the end of December every year the DWP’s Festival of Lights shines in Griffith Park in all its kitschy kooky glory. And every year the traffic congestion and emissions spew resulting from people clogging neighboring streets …
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Not so much an emergency as a veterinary visit that was certainly due. See, our youngest cat Jiggy came in on Monday night with a wound on his flank just behind the right front leg that we couldn’t really get a good luck at because he wouldn’t let us. But three things were obvious: he …
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If by chance one looks to the right and sees the two tiny webcam image thumbnails there, one might wonder with absolute validity why oh why are we contributing to the clogging the internest with an image of some hardwood floor and a rug. Well, the situation is this. Our beloved Ranger has returned to …
Hey there. It’s your friendly neighborhood mad scientist/engineer/documentationalist/timelapsologist again, coming to you live from the tippity top of roof of our Silver Lake abode, where I got the bug to install my laptop and digicam in an attempt to capture what hopefully will be the building of another day’s “thunderhat” above and beyond the Verdugo …
The thermometer on the shelf beside me tells me it’s 90 degrees in the library as I write this at 9:06 p.m. About nine hours earlier when it was even hotter outside I said to Susan “Howsabout we camp out in the backyard tonight?” And she said “Oh hell yeah!” And so I went down …