Saturday, May 21, 2011
Thursday, May 19, 2011
Sunday, May 15, 2011
Friday, May 13, 2011
Waving towels never produces results except to give doofus goofuses something to do. Towel waving does not belong in baseball!!! If people kept scorecards with those little pencils like they're supposed to, this wouldn't be happening.
I hate it SO much, I'm not going to the ballpark again until it burns out, or they designate 'towel-free' games.
Thursday, May 5, 2011
In front of Berlin Wall sections on Wilshire Blvd. This was just before leaving, after everything official was done. Joyce Farmer gave me a ride to put my toes in the ocean after we finished our panel. I was there as a guest of the good folks at the LA Times Book Prize. Honored to be a finalist.
Or it was the light, the Saturday sun making all the chrome and glass do that awesome two-tone thing. You know, blue and gold.
Or it was the Korean driver who took me to the airport. Said he's been driving a cab for a year after he lost his life savings with his brother-in-law in a scam of some sort. "How much did you lose, if I might ask? $30? $50 thousand."
"$750,000. But it's OK. I'm happy now. No more sleepless nights."
LAX here looks like a picture I would have drawn of the future with my crayolas.
I had sleepless nights in LA. Both of them. One from anxiety, one because of the red-eye flight back to Cinci. I love sitting up half the night in an 'under construction' space. It's the fluorescent lights that make it so awesome.