Nothing goes as planned. I baked a coconut cake for Alonso and then he got a mild variation on The Summer Cold. I put the layers in the freezer for later use and made him drink a lot of hot chicken broth. Then I cancelled on the friends who were
With this feline person's consent – they also paused and posed, sweeping the blue velvet cape up front for better documentation – I used my shitty iPhone 8, the one that's about to get me locked out of an increasing number of Los Angeles parking lots that are
* Taken at a stop light on Ventura Blvd after driving a friend to the doctor. I don't drink alcohol very often, but I thought, "Which liquor will I enjoy? None of them. But I do want to buy. It's time." The clock, fully functioning,
Have you read this? Why not? Keep up. 8. The You, Me & Tuscany tea towel that fucking sucks - We have some tablecloths. Three tablecloths. One of them is very Christmas, so that one is out of commission for most of year. The other two are in rotation for when
If you watch a lot of movies and you're on the internet, then you've been made aware of Kane Parsons' Backrooms, and you have, perhaps, already heard or read more about it than you'd like. If that's you, bookmark this until
One Saturday afternoon in spring of 1989, I was on a subway in London with a friend. We had been to record shops and spent money. The Pixies album, Doolittle, had just been released, and if you got an early copy, it came with a limited edition booklet, and that
People like to ask how I'm doing. Lots of questions, even now, almost two years down the road. Do the new hips work? How do I feel? Am I going places? My surgeon all but demanded that I go places. I'm going places. When I'
Look at these purple radishes. Look at how goddamn beautiful they are. I got them at the Monday Plummer Park farmer's market. My radish hookup brings these as well as my other favorite radish, the watermelon radish. Normal radishes are also fine, but they're boring to
You make another person's death about you. You're not supposed to do that, but you do it anyway because you're a person. You can set about tending to the needs of the deceased's most bereaved friends or family members, and that'
I think about how, 25 years ago, when I was writing down notes and stories that would eventually become a book about living on this block in this city, there was more action. More yelling. More loud music. More chaos. This has been replaced, largely, by the sounds of construction
While Alonso and I were in Nashville this past weekend for a Duralde family wedding, I learned of an unexpected death on my side of the family. I'm posting this here so nobody wonders why there's nothing in their inbox. I'll be back soon.
Before I was diagnosed with two hips' worth of advanced arthritis, I just thought I had fat-dude back trouble. It was COVID lockdown, and I bought this useless item called The Scoop. It promised to loosen up my tight core, or tighten up my weak core. One of