A mentor back in high school advised me, “The way you do anything is the way you do everything.” Goodness, how those words are ringing in my ears years later, for it is the crux of rotten political representation. Political negligence starts in the smallest of things.
I think I’ve turned my rose-tinted glasses toward LA…
Woody Allen’s “Blue Jasmine” poses a few interesting questions, but one that sticks with me is: Who do I think society’s “losers” are? Continue reading
(March 24, 2010)
Wednesday morning saw my mom and I driving on a beautifully un-congested freeway on the way to our LA outing! My mom hadn’t yet told me our exact location – but had enigmatically stated that it was a total surprise of LA’s downtown. Oh my goodness. And to think of how clueless I was to how fabulous it was going to be.
(March 22, 2010)
This is California trendy casual culture:
My mom and I had to drive past Intelligentsia twice before realizing where it was: if you’re not looking for it, you won’t see it. And actually, it was a friend of my mom’s who passed the word on to me…
(March 21, 2010)
MY LITTLE BROTHER IS 18. The combination of words doesn’t make sense to me, but it’s a big deal, even if I feel that probably 10 times more than he does. Tee hee. I’m just like that, I guess. Jonathan, Happy Birthday. =)
It took a lot of back-and-forth deliberation, but my mom and I decided that the perfect birthday lunch on the sunny Sunday would be had at the LA Farmers Market. It’s at the corner of 3rd Street and Fairfax, right next to the Grove, the very pretty and relatively expensive shopping destination. I love the Farmers Market! I realized it’s one of my favorite places in the city of LA, which might not mean much since I can’t think of any other favorite places at the moment… (hm…) Continue reading
I tend to crave Mexican food when I come back home because a. it’s everywhere in Southern California, b. I’m familiar with its general Southern California-restaurant form, and c. Northern California apparently doesn’t know how to do it. So where else would I have an itch to go to but La Playita, the local Mexican gem of HB? Continue reading