Monday, November 27, 2006

Free fall

Today was a be-yooo-tiful fall day. Rained a bit in the morning, then it was sun sun sun and blue skies all afternoon.

I love it when the air is slightly brisk and cool, but not uncomfortable. (And for me, that's like 62 degrees. Anything below 60 and I'm a mess.) Ah, Los Angeles.


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Monday, November 06, 2006

America's Next Top (Hair) Model

So THIS is why people spend oodles of money in hair salons! One cut and color later, I am in love.

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Sunday, November 05, 2006

Green-eyed monster

I bike to work every day, and in my effort to avoid monster hills, I take a roundabout way through residential streets on my ride home. Every day, I pass this adorable Silverlake house.


I have a serious case of house envy. The carved door set into the round turret! The huge beveled front window! And above all, the whimsical, Alice-in-wonderland roof. Merciful heavens, I love this roof.


I can just image the charmed, slightly quirky lives that are led in this house. Every time I pass it, I can't help but think that I should be living in this house, polishing my ancient brass binoculars and dusting my taxidermied parrot collection in the study. If there is any justice in this world, my parrots and I will someday have a house as cute as this cottage.



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Saturday, October 14, 2006

Law and Order: Couture Criminals Unit

Midnight. Fade in on a darkened alleyway. The sound of traffic from a nearby freeway is heard in the distance. The light is dim, and the smell of rotting garbage is pervasive. Suddenly, we hear the rapid clacking of stiletto heels like a gunshot. A woman appears, her face in shadows. She reaches toward her $12,000 crocodileskin handbag, undoes the gold clasp, and pulls out a can of spraypaint in her signature pink. Working quickly, she leaves her mark on the wall and runs. She has almost left the alleyway when she gives her work a quick glance backwards, reconsiders, and goes to add a finishing touch...just in case any other taggers get big ideas about using her sign.
Police are initially baffled. However, one lieutenant has a wife with a pricey shopping habit, and after her spring trip to Paris, he gets his big break upon looking through her photos. Justice is swift, and Coco is once more behind bars, never to terrorize propertyowners in Silverlake again.



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Wednesday, October 11, 2006

True story

Last time Ian visited, we roamed the park and found crazy plants of Seussical proportions:

On my morning runs I began noticing bright red stalks growing everywhere. Thinking Ian would enjoy seeing these fantastic plants, I brought my camera to the park to take a picture.
No sooner do I get set up to take this shot, but Kirstie Alley rounds the corner and walks right into my frame. I tried to make it obvious that I was aiming for the plants and she was blocking my picture, in a I'm-not-a-papparazzo type of way, but she kind of gave me the stink-eye when she passed anyhow. Previous to this incident, we were on a "good morning" basis and I had high hopes of becoming BFFs and having Jenny Craig dinner parties, but now I'm afraid it's all ruined.

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Wednesday, October 04, 2006

The revolution...something something...televised



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Saturday, September 30, 2006

Griffith Park

Come trail run with me...

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I run in the hills behind my place almost every day.

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The famous Art Deco observatory. It's been under construction since we moved here, but we are (foolishly?) hopeful that it's almost finished.

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Gauzy layers of smog, towering buildings, and the occasional palm tree. Aaah, my city.

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It wouldn't be Griffith Park without the obligatory view.

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Saturday, September 16, 2006

I'm so conflicted


To conform or to dissent?

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Monday, September 11, 2006


Even the graffiti in Los Feliz is idyllic...

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Our apartment building is well-protected from the more undesirable stuffed animals.

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Our fierce guard dog. We call him Fluffy...er, Killer.

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