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Saturday, August 6, 2011

Fashion Statements of August 6, 2011

These two I get, the Hard Music Festival.
This guy...I don't get at all.

Sunday, July 31, 2011

Paradise Mountain

Views from Paradise Mountain.
MP5. Automatic weapons fire? The usual for Paradise Mountain.

Saturday, July 23, 2011

Thank you, Big Brother. I'm ready for my anal probe.


Location: Union Station, Gold Line Station.

Violators Will Be Cited

With so many video cameras at the Metro stations violators who receive citations can expect the evidence of their guilt to be beyond a reasonable doubt.

What are the infractions: jumping the turnstiles, playing your music too loud, eating or drinking, rollerblading/skating, or skateboarding, etc.

Take warning.

I asked the Metro transit officers how much would the citation cost. An admixture of fear, suspicion (like WTF are you asking for, are you up to something?) washed across their faces. "$250.00" They replied. I thanked them and left them to dwell on their feelings.

Sunday, July 17, 2011

Mt. O


Mt. O looms over the sprawl of L.A., and where Desmond Tutu addressed an audience after reigning triumphant over its divestiture, also where a future president was once a resident. Yelp that.

Proud to be an Angeleno!

The lemming Angeleno did their duty and played it smart by staying away from the affected Carmaggedon areas.

As seen from the 5 freeway going north toward Burbank.

As seen from the 134 freeway.
Westbound on the 134/101 Heading towards the 405 split. On a typical weekend, traffic would be stop and go. Comparatively, free and clear.

The lemming Angeleno loves traffic. They don't listen to traffic news reports for car accidents because its their birth right to be part of the Traffic Jam. They don't know any alternative routes or side streets. No way they'll take their car through the ghetto or barrio because "I just washed my car." They especially love Sig Alerts-"any unplanned event that causes the closing of one lane of traffic for 30 minutes or more." Imagine just being stuck in your car and it's not moving for 30 minutes or more. The joy. The lemming Angeleno can share with you his traffic from hell story of how they had to piss and defecate on themselves and cry their eyes out from the dehumanizing experience of not being able to get to a restroom.

Myself? I avoid such situations. Ever seen To Live and Die in L.A. There a scene where the bad guy takes his car and goes the wrong way on the freeway into oncoming traffic. BTDT. I don't think the statutes of limitations have run out on this one. So I won't go into details. But it was the Pasadena freeway and an onramp was involved.

I had one experience where it was actually good to be stuck in stop and go traffic. I was bringing home Pad Thai take-out and got stuck on the Hollywood freeway after some concert at the Hollywood Bowl let out. The Pad Thai comforted my stomach while I happily munched away in traffic being careful not to look at other motorist who might be picking their noses so as not to lose my appetite.

Happy motoring.