Archive for September, 2009

Photo of the day

Am I thinking too much about this?
Or not enough?

Beware of Owner


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Am fired up. Just did 16 push-ups. The MAN kind. In a row. I couldn’t do this before LA. I have been practicing.

LAFD, Hollywood fire

Been thinking about the blog in a guilty manner. I wish I were one of those people that could post something (witty, off-the-wall, inspirational) everyday.
What would get me to write more frequently? How can I ensure more readers (do I want more readers)? What do I do that is so incredibly exciting – everyday – that people would want to read about?

To know how many MAN push-ups I’ll do tomorrow? …Maybe.

Burbank Sidewalk Astronomers

Here’s some juicy info I fell upon while doing “the rounds”. It comes from Perez Hilton with regards to DJ AM’s death being considered accidental. In his system was found: cocaine, Oxycontin, Vicodin, Ativan, Klonopin, Xanax, Benadryl and Levamisole (a drug commonly used to cut cocaine). HOW EXACTLY is that ACCIDENTAL suicide? Let’s discuss.

Coqueta, 6th and Union

Inspirational blogs:

I’ve been following this for the past 7 months. I love them. They manage to post about the mundane in a witty, “get to the point” fashion, and throw in a picture like it’s icing on the cake.
Out of all “the rounds”, this is my fave. So funny.
G tuned me to this one which is all about fashion; inspires me to closet-shop (although nothing in my closet is DVF)
This is just LOL.

Thanks for reading, stay tuned.

neighbour's lemon tree

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Yesterday had a certain vibe about it which I felt upon waking up. I couldn’t put my finger on why I had these feelings until I looked out of the window to a *gray* sky. It was the light: shadows were gone or diffused, the air was particularly thick and silent, and the sun (o, the sun) was a red glowing orb.

My running friend in Altadena is on mandatory evacuation and our beloved Gabrielino Trail in the Arroyo Secco is toast. RIP Gabrielino Trail.

I left the house. I needed onions. My walk to the market was weird. I took a different street called Niagara which is canopied in gorgeous fir trees that normally whisper in the breeze but there was none of that yesterday. Everything through my shades was really dark. For the first time, I didn’t need them. I could actually look directly at the sun.

My walk was very pensive. I thought back to events in my life that happened on gray days: the day we went to Ray Hnatyshyn’s house for a school tour; almost every day during those years of Kiwanis Music Festival competitions; the day I was discharged from QCH; the day E & I went to the Maquinna hot springs cove on Vancouver Island.

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