Wednesday, February 18, 2009
22 Hours, Part...wait, I forgot...
I feel like I owe all of the school-aged children out there reading Blogitude an apology. You see, I've been a poor role model. Despite all of the great bus rides, coffee shops, conference calls, happy hours, free tickets, yoga classes and doctor costumes, staying up all night and bouncing out of bed pre-dawn is not a good idea. Just say "no."
Friday, February 13, 2009
Take Me Down to Panorama City
Woke up at noon today. The above represents what's left of my breakfast. Raining. Love the sound of it - especially of tires rolling over water and back spraying into wheel wells.
I took the long way home last night via what is possibly the ugliest part of Los Angeles. Hard to say that about any one spot here since L.A. is 9 parts ugly, 1 part lucky. Most days I try not to look up at the beige colored sky. But that's beside the point, the point of this entry is about Panorama City.
Name sounds great, but the place is on open sewer, and I found out something interesting about it - Not only does it boast the area's most depressing Wal Mart, it's also a HIVE of filipino living and commerce. I had no idea. There's also Kaiser there in case you need the DMV of health care.
Here is the Google Map
http://maps.google.com/maps?client=safari&rls=en-us&q=panorama%20city&oe=UTF-8&um=1&ie=UTF-8&sa=N&hl=en&tab=wl
I spent some time at Island Pacific Supermarket. Typical of asian mega supermarkets, small restaurants flank you on both sides as you enter all of which are vehemently CASH ONLY. And I fell right into their racket. I used the ATM/exorbitant-surcharge-fleecing-machine that is propped up inside every business that deals in cash only. I ate at Goldilocks against my better judgement. I think I am the only Filipino that understands Goldilocks as the answer to this question: What would the world look like if Louis Pasteur hadn't studied germ theory?
I ate my food begrudgingly while watching Wowowee on the big screen. Wowowee is the excruciatingly embarrassing variety show of bad boundaries which could be best described as the Price is Right meets Letterman meets Barbara Walters meets Let's Make a Deal meets Solid Gold meets Who Wants to Win 10 Dollars meets Who Wants to Be Humiliated on TV. It's always what's on TV at my mom's house and it's incredibly fascinating.
This segment was a contest round featuring a college aged girl. Before every contest, Willie the host fillets each contestant to reveal very intimate details about themselves on live TV. Tonight I learned that the contestant was the illegitimate spawn of her mother and the mother's Arab employer's brother. You following?
It doesn't matter. Willie got the kid to cry on TV and also call out to her father that he visit her just to say hello. The audience members couldn't keep the tears back and then just as things were tumbling down towards the king of all blow jobs - time to play speed round.
Amazing what you can find when you take the Roscoe Exit.
Thursday, February 12, 2009
mmm mmm good
Hello out there, it's a little bit before midnight on Thursday and I had a few things to report on that I will table for now. About an hour ago, I treated myself to a the company of my newest friend, Xanax and I'm surprised at how the world seems slightly more delicious to me and I can't seem to remember why I was so pissed off earlier about a friend of mine with whom I've been working a project. Seems like ages ago - when I was young, dumb and too punk rock for my own good. Don't worry, I got it from my real doctor at Cedars Sinai using my HMO - no pharmacy runs to TJ here, just CVS on Fairfax.
My stereo is off, there is no audible music to speak of, but I find my body swaying happily to what seems to me the sounds of steel drums and crashing waves. I guess this is what it feels like to grow up in Jamaica. Why didn't I find out about this sooner?
Anyhoo, Good Night.
*****
For your listening pleasure, Yellowman at Sunsplash 82. Hope you can dig it as much as I do. You think I'm kidding?
My stereo is off, there is no audible music to speak of, but I find my body swaying happily to what seems to me the sounds of steel drums and crashing waves. I guess this is what it feels like to grow up in Jamaica. Why didn't I find out about this sooner?
Anyhoo, Good Night.
*****
For your listening pleasure, Yellowman at Sunsplash 82. Hope you can dig it as much as I do. You think I'm kidding?
Wednesday, February 11, 2009
Kogi Mania Continues
You ever wear Britannia Jeans? I did. Can you find them now? Prolly not. The commercials would go something like this, "My home is in Pacoima, but I live in Britannia."
In our present Los Angeles Space/Time, the tag line might be, "My rent is overpriced, but I live off the Kogi Truck."
Check this LA Times Story re the Kogi truck.
http://www.latimes.com/theguide/la-fo-kogi11-2009feb11,0,913818.story
Brilliant or Britannia?
*****
For your free-associative pleasure, my favorite Sergio Commercial
In our present Los Angeles Space/Time, the tag line might be, "My rent is overpriced, but I live off the Kogi Truck."
Check this LA Times Story re the Kogi truck.
http://www.latimes.com/theguide/la-fo-kogi11-2009feb11,0,913818.story
Brilliant or Britannia?
*****
For your free-associative pleasure, my favorite Sergio Commercial
Monday, February 9, 2009
Warm and Kogi
Friend of Blogitude, Ethan and I were cruising home Saturuday night from the east side after 1) a fund raiser in La Canada for a pre-school dominated by well heeled parents; 2) a visit to our possible future home at the Brewery and 3) a quintessential Bo-Bo party in Mt. Washington complete with live Afro-Cuban music; when we saw the Kogi truck on the westbound 10. We followed it.
The thing was greeted in Venice by two separate semi mobs of eager taco eaters, plus a camera crew.
On Friday night, when Blogitude Staff and Ethan met it in the freezing Silver Lake rain, the Health Department also greeted the operation, forcing an hour long delay. The public servants, concerned that I not get the runs took their sweet time measuring temps and inspecting all the bulgogi and kimchi that awaited us.
The wait didn't entirely suck as I was amidst Blogitude and Ethan. It helped that McDonald's was nearby to tide us over until the Man completed his health inspection.
Was it worth it? Yes. You wanna know why? A insisted that of our order of 30 tacos, we also get 3 burritos. I hate burritos and I'm glad that A pushed for the little fuckers. They are the best thing this truck offers and I am now a Jersey Fist Pumping Fan of the Korean Burrito. Thank you Kogi Truck for helping me to grow.
The thing was greeted in Venice by two separate semi mobs of eager taco eaters, plus a camera crew.
On Friday night, when Blogitude Staff and Ethan met it in the freezing Silver Lake rain, the Health Department also greeted the operation, forcing an hour long delay. The public servants, concerned that I not get the runs took their sweet time measuring temps and inspecting all the bulgogi and kimchi that awaited us.
The wait didn't entirely suck as I was amidst Blogitude and Ethan. It helped that McDonald's was nearby to tide us over until the Man completed his health inspection.
Was it worth it? Yes. You wanna know why? A insisted that of our order of 30 tacos, we also get 3 burritos. I hate burritos and I'm glad that A pushed for the little fuckers. They are the best thing this truck offers and I am now a Jersey Fist Pumping Fan of the Korean Burrito. Thank you Kogi Truck for helping me to grow.
Friday, February 6, 2009
New Crazies on the Block: UPDATE
Unfortunately I don't know if the police have caught anyone or not but, here's an article with a little more journalistic integrity. . .Silver Lake robberies.
Wednesday, February 4, 2009
New Crazies On The Block
It looks like a string of violent robbery attacks have been happening in Silver Lake. Coblogger A and I both live within the vicinity of these attacks and I’m not really worried or scared because, it sounds like these hoodlums are gonna get caught and they’d be really fucking stupid and crazy to go up against the Silver Lake vigilante task force that I’m sure is now on patrol. This link takes you to a report of the attacks and an interview with a guy who was beaten two blocks from my house.
Silver Lake by the way is an umber-hipster neighborhood of Los Angeles and it’s kinda like Williamsburg and the Upper Eastside had a three way with a Philadelphia suburb and spawned Silver Lake. There’s actually a lake, a super stinky dog park, coffee shops, Trader Joes, Spaceland, and hipster families with strollers.
I didn’t know about these attacks until a few minutes ago and I did notice a few more cops than usual cruising around the TJs the other day. I'm sure the neighborhood is upset and everyone’s been talking about it but, since I’m usually on my bicycle or hiding out in my hot tub I didn’t know anything about it. My neighbors haven’t even been talking about. So I was wondering how this could have been happening under my nose for weeks and somebody just randomly emailed me about it?
It made me think about that thing that happened in Queens a long time ago when a woman was beaten and robbed in the middle of a housing project and nobody called the cops because, everyone assumed someone else would call the cops. I wonder if the internet is doing the same thing. Maybe everyone assumed everyone else knew what was up so word didn’t spread via the internet. And since we mainly use the internet to communicate and gossip we don't have those chances to meet up on the street corner and talk about this and that. Sometimes I feel like I’m on my own private little planet that’s revolving around a sun that glows at my fingertips. I can just be myself all day and still be connected to so many people. But, maybe this whole email, blog, twitter, whatever stuff isn’t really connecting us at all but, pushing us away from each other. The gravitation of ourlives does bring us together and sure we do connect via emails and evites and stuff but, maybe we are missing something these days. LABlogitude feels like a corner to gossip on but, it still takes a lot of time and energy for me to get over here sometimes. I wish I had a corner to gossip on like they did in Edward Scissorhands.
On a lighter side and still in true blog form, Yirko and I are gonna check out this Korean BBQ and Tofu Taco truck from the future coincidently in Silver Lake on Friday. . . We’ll see you on the corner shortly. ..
Silver Lake by the way is an umber-hipster neighborhood of Los Angeles and it’s kinda like Williamsburg and the Upper Eastside had a three way with a Philadelphia suburb and spawned Silver Lake. There’s actually a lake, a super stinky dog park, coffee shops, Trader Joes, Spaceland, and hipster families with strollers.
I didn’t know about these attacks until a few minutes ago and I did notice a few more cops than usual cruising around the TJs the other day. I'm sure the neighborhood is upset and everyone’s been talking about it but, since I’m usually on my bicycle or hiding out in my hot tub I didn’t know anything about it. My neighbors haven’t even been talking about. So I was wondering how this could have been happening under my nose for weeks and somebody just randomly emailed me about it?
It made me think about that thing that happened in Queens a long time ago when a woman was beaten and robbed in the middle of a housing project and nobody called the cops because, everyone assumed someone else would call the cops. I wonder if the internet is doing the same thing. Maybe everyone assumed everyone else knew what was up so word didn’t spread via the internet. And since we mainly use the internet to communicate and gossip we don't have those chances to meet up on the street corner and talk about this and that. Sometimes I feel like I’m on my own private little planet that’s revolving around a sun that glows at my fingertips. I can just be myself all day and still be connected to so many people. But, maybe this whole email, blog, twitter, whatever stuff isn’t really connecting us at all but, pushing us away from each other. The gravitation of ourlives does bring us together and sure we do connect via emails and evites and stuff but, maybe we are missing something these days. LABlogitude feels like a corner to gossip on but, it still takes a lot of time and energy for me to get over here sometimes. I wish I had a corner to gossip on like they did in Edward Scissorhands.
On a lighter side and still in true blog form, Yirko and I are gonna check out this Korean BBQ and Tofu Taco truck from the future coincidently in Silver Lake on Friday. . . We’ll see you on the corner shortly. ..
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