Some people like to keep it fake, so this guy has to tell us to KPTREAL. At least that’s what I think he’s saying. For all I know his name could be Karl Patrick Treal. And rarely gets a chance to keep it real. In which case, at least Karl Patrick is a friend of the ocean.
Sometimes the wonders of life are hidden in the thick of an unforgiving night. There are shadows at play beyond the horizon’s sprawling reach. A dream within a dream on a mid-summer’s night. When we become weary of the dark. When clarity is but fleeting. When nothingness become everything. We find illumination. And all that is, will be all that was. And all that was won’t even matter.
Brooklyn has trees that line streets. San Francisco has hills. Las Vegas as lights. We have palm trees. This is a fairly typical view of a street in Los Angeles. Funny how the things that define a city are merely backdrops to the residents. Rush out the door. Keys. Lock the bolt. Coffee cup. Car door. NPR. Traffic report. Vroom. Oh yeah, there are blue skies and palm trees. A kiss here. A laugh there. The sex, drugs, and rock ‘n’ roll. From Cedar Sinai to Hollywood Forever. This is Los Angeles. For better or worse. We are hers. And she is ours.
Ain’t that the truth? And doesn’t the artist’s frustration apply to everything? Childhood. School. Work. Work. Work. Vacation. Work. Work. Work. A Nap. Then Death. “I busted my ass for a steak dinner and all I got were these weary bones.” When you’ve been on the ride for so long, you forget that you can get off. We join the money-earning cycle because our industrialized society doesn’t have a place for people who don’t want to work. It’s not like we can go and live off the land. Whose land? And did you hear that shotgun? Don’t mistake my stoic rant for self-pitied whining. (There’s a diff.) We do have options, although not anything particularly comfortable. And so we cope. Some of us create art. Most of us drink. Some of us post our frustrations on electrical cabinets on Crescent Heights. Some of us actually enjoy the ride. And we all dance and sing and kiss and laugh until the pain of living becomes dull and barely noticeable.
(And no. I won’t make an extended comment on the misspelling of $HIT and speculate about how $IHT is THI$ misspelled backwards. And how perhaps THI$ really is just $HIT.)
I implore you… go to this video site now. What an amazing experience brought to you by Arcade Fire, Google, Radical Media Production, B-Reel, Magoo 3D studios and more. What a way to introduce a new video for a new album. Kudos!
Here’s a little sign that I found amusing. I thought the lock on the door implied this? Or just the door. I just wonder how many people have disturbed the occupants that they felt the need to post a sign asking not to be disturbed. Perhaps I should knock on their door to ask. But then I would be violating the sign’s instructions.
This is a serious cake that requires a serious knife to slice it up. Schook schook! Brought to you from the brilliant mind of Laina Erde. I’m going to miss cake days at MDG.
It’s not easy maintaining a normal life when you’re extremely busy. But I just found out tonight that you can work 7-4 and 5-8, and still make a Paella before bedtime. What does suffer, however, is your waistline. No time for walks or workouts. Balance will come someday. This is a chicken, seafood, and sausage Paella. Delish!
If you happen to need cheap groceries in West Hollywood, you want to skip Ralphs. Instead cross the street and hit up Jons. The veggies are not the greatest, but everything is cheaper than a regular grocery store. If you need Russian goods, should be on your regular rotation. But don’t neglect the mom and pop Russian markets on Santa Monica Blvd. Svetlana needs to eat, too! Jons Marketplace
West Hollywood, CA
So amazing. Do I even need to describe?
Hamburger Mary’s
Afternoon tea is one of those thing that I associated with the English bourgeois. I never even thought about having tea until it came up in a conversation with my friend Cecilie. When she recommended Chado Tea Room, I thought it was the perfect opportunity to go. What a great experience. The tea selection is amazing and diverse. The afternoon tea is $18 per person and includes a pot of tea each, half-sandwiches, scones, and cake. It was really filling and such a pleasant experience. Only major downside is the street parking is sparse, but Chado does offer valet.
Chado Tea Room
