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Do you wanna jump in the sand box and play with us?
Seriously, the “we” is a bit limited at the moment. Add in the return of a few old voices and that we have a new owner that wants to breath some life back into this blog so its gonna be a fun sandbox again..
Requirements are simple. Love Los Angeles. Love to write about what you see/hear/do here in Los Angeles. You don’t have to be spectacular, just be you and have a story to tell here. Be prepared to commit to semi-frequently posting to blogging.la.
I started here May 2007 for kicks and giggles. I’m among the few that turned it into one adventure after another here in L.A. How? I use my writing here to get press credentials and then apply for press passes on things that interest me. I’m not bashful so I’ve asked to go on ride alongs with local PD, visit concerts and even the L.A Auto Show. You get out of it what you put into it.
The group is always in flux. The common thread is we love L.A and have each others backs. We do fun things too. Series posts on themes like “Songs of L.A” and the Donut Summit. Of course we blog it and share it with everyone else that has a love of Los Angeles. Remember live blogging at Canter’s Deli? Thats the sort of events that build a community and readership.
With the return of our former “city captain” Lucinda Michele back at the helm we’ll have direction and start all sorts of new ideas. If you want to join blogging.la and grow your writing skills and share your love of Los Angeles send me a link to your writing or a sample to me at [email protected] and I’ll make sure it gets seen. I wish I could tell you how fast decistions will be made, but I can’t but I can promise your efforts won’t fall on deaf ears.
Who’s got two thumbs (and her index fingers, with which she primarily types, like a spazzy T-Rex on a typewriter) and is back in LA?!
Along these rhapsodic, elegiac and thrilled welcome-home lines I’m walking, here’s some songs to make you love your city again. Fall outta love? Don’t do what I do and leave. Or do…it might be what you need to appreciate it.
Rilo Kiley, Let Me Back In: link: www.youtube.com/watch?v=aXZR0rwhXvs
“From the Eastern seaboard, the landlocked Midwest
The Keys, the Alps, the Black Hills and Budapest
With my heart in a sling, tail between my legs a-swinging
I’m sorry for leaving
But when the palm trees bow their heads
No matter how wrong I’ve been
L.A., you always let me back in
And you can bury me when my body breaks
In the earth that created me, in the Golden State
By my mama and her brother and their mama too…”
And then there’s this one, by the Delta Spirit, for the folks I left behind in the South. ;)
I mean, this sorta already happened, and that fellow is now happily married, so….everybody come on out! Apparently I’m a great vector for changing your life. :P
(Yes, this post is enormously personal. Kevin Roderick may have a field day with this one. Or he may not, which will make me feel like a loser. Whateves.)
“I want you to move to California for yourself,
I want you to find whatever your heart needs,
I want you to move to California for yourself, but not for me.
I want you to go out there and find somebody else,
I want him to treat you like I know he should,
I want you to find somebody new for yourself, if not for me.
all of the feelings that I know you never felt,
and all of the simple words you never said,
I want you to keep them like a secret to yourself, they’re not for me.
I want you to wander silent past my outstretched arms,
I want you to hide yourself from all I see,
and though my heart will fight until its dying breath, you’re not for me.”
Also…I love the video for this one.
So, yeah. I’m back. We did hot dogs, we did donuts. What do you think should be next?
Last Sunday was the Palos Verdes Concours d’Elegance, and I hope I wasn’t the only one here that went to see it. I gave you 2 week warning after all. In my not so humble this car show was the best I’ve ever seen and well worth the cost of admission.
What you got was a tightly curated show, all beautifully and accurately restored autmobiles. The show was spread out over several holes at the Trump National Golf Course in Palos Verdes. Cars were grouped by theme, Woodies, Virgil Exner Design, Innovative Design, Import, Hot Rod etc.,. There was even a special section dedicated to first generation Mustangs that are now celebrating their 50th years in existence. Read the rest of this entry →
I can’t think of a better place in Los Angeles to hold a car show than the Petersen Autmotive Museum. The Petersen is all about the car, and this city is one of Mustang’s most important markets. Historically 20% of the Mustangs made are sold in California…with the lions share here.
This weekends show at the Petersen didn’t disappoint. First up was a guided tour through the history of the Mustang by Dave Kinney, Publisher and Founder of Hagerty Price Guide, the bible of old car pricing and history for collectors. His tour through the last 50 years of Mustang was both informative and fun.
We started with this 1965 Mustang Convertible with 16,000 miles on it from Ronald Reagan’s gubernatorial campaign. This car was chosen over all the others around at the time as it was youthful, different and didn’t raise the bar of snobbery that would have alienated voters of the time. Read the rest of this entry →
If you know me, by now you know I’m a total fan of Raymond Chandler. Angeleno and author Kim Cooper has a wonderful book that stars him and and is set in 1929 Los Angeles. Its told in the tone of his books which makes it a very easy and entertaining read. Its centered around the Great Eleven cult that was active in Los Angeles that year. Its been historically researched and based on several characters that may or may not have met in real life. For the sake of this piece of fiction they all crossed paths and their tale unfolds in “The Kept Girl“.
Kim Cooper and Richard Schave also run the Esotouric Tours. These social historians research a topic or person then put together lively bus tours on that theme around historic Los Angeles.
This past Sunday was the monthly Sunday Salon presented by the Los Angeles Visionaries Association. Kim Cooper was there to talk about her book. Also present was the graphic illustrator Paul Rogers who did the cover art for The Kept Girl. Read the rest of this entry →
The filmIt’s A Mad, Mad, Mad World was probably the last big budget screwball comedy featuring the best of the best comedians from the era. Flash forward 50 years later and some things have changed, others haven’t but George Ann Muller and Peter Scarbo hunted down the locations and reshot them today for scene by scene comparisons. Its not all L.A but it sure is a lot of SoCal much of which we call our playground now.
I’ve mulled over the news from earlier this week of the Silver Lake Neighborhood Council declaring the community it serves as NOT a part of The Eastside.
I’d’ve thought I’d be all HELLYEAH! right outta the gate, given my past protestations (that’ve mellowed somewhat in my old age) against those over-insulated 135,938 natives and the 1.6-million transplants who live in the Westside and drink deeply of the koolaid that leaves them to believe with varying degrees of commitment that their vastly superior end of the city begins and ends on the ocean-side of…uh, you name it: Speedway Alley, Lincoln, Bundy, the 405, La Cienega, or La Brea, making the other end THEIR eastside for the simple reason that all that riff raff resides east of them. How proprietary.
But instead I surprised myself at being sort of meh at the strictly symbolic and mostly meaningless action. There certainly was a part of me that was satisfied and tried to rah rah at the decision — especially when I read subsequent news stories that took the idiotic angle that Silver Lake had voted to “secede.” As if it had gone all South Carolina on some sort of Greater Eastside union. How con-veeeeeen-ient!
But ultimately it was just a big shoulder shrug. Because I’ve figured out that it’s a waste of time. We live in a city that has built itself by marginalizing its past, so how can I expect so many of its citizens not do the same? In a city that itself has a history of discarding its history as it sprawled so ever nebulously outward from its core, convincing those residents adamantly ignorant of our city’s socio-geographic foundations to look at a different perspective is about as easy as convincing those entitled aggressive motorists they don’t have a right to run me and my bike off the road.
Ultimately what’s important to me now is not changing anyone’s mind but knowing what I know and respecting what so many others couldn’t care less about: that I reside (somewhere in that orange dot I added to that pictured map fragment above) on the land that ultimately became known as Silver Lake which stands in the northWEST corner of the boundaries of the original 16 Spanish Leagues centered upon the plaza where in 1781 — when the main thing going on in the Westside was waves crashing — was established El Pueblo de Nuestra Señora la Reina de los Ángeles de Porciúncula and incorporated as the City of Los Angeles in 1850.
To me, that’s as easy as 2, 1, 3.
20 years ago my young family and I were in Valley Village some 6 or 7 miles from the epicenter of the Northridge Quake. It was probably the most frigthening moment of my life, far worse than any tornado we rode out as a kid back in the midwest. When the ground stopped shaking, there wasn’t a piece of anything we owned in its original place, complete and total mess with tons of breakage. My building had a lot of damage, others on my street literally collapsed. I vowed that morning to be better prepared for the next one.
Now I have ample food and water in EQ kits in the house and garage. We have EQ kits in all the cars. I know its redundant, but if one falls down there a chance we can still get to the other. I learned the hard way in NR to have cash on hand as the debit and credit card machines are down for days. Big things are quake strapped, little things that we want to keep are down with quake hold. I also keep a flashlight in every room with redundant battery supplies. My cars rarely go below half a tank, as well gas stations are out of order for days as well. I participate in the annual Shake Out preparedness drill. When the next big one strikes I’ll probably be as scared as I was in NR, but I will be prepared better for the aftermath. Read the rest of this entry →
Entire Honda Accord Line named “Green Car of the Year”
The rain may have slowed down the award show start yesterday, but the end result was a lot of folks at Honda’s Torrance headquarters must have been elated. Celebratory even. In a crowded field of worthy competitors Honda’s Accord line, not just a single model, but the entire line of 4cyl, V6, hybrid and plug-in hybrid Accords with their “Earth Dreams” technology won Green Car of the Year. Quite an accomplishment and hats off to the folks in the South Bay for bringing the award home.
The 2013 LA Auto Show is without a doubt the best I’ve seen since I started covering it in 2007 for blogging.la There were some 50 World Premiere’s at this years show of some really stunning cars. BMW chose us as the auto show to introduce us to their new “i” program, that will in time be as recognized and as important as the “M” series is to them. For a pic of my winners and losers for this years show you need to make the jump. Read the rest of this entry →
Inspired by Militant Angeleno’s awesome “88 Suburbs In Search Of Their Names” post from last week and equipped with the indispensable “1500 California Place Names” by William Bright, I decided to crack the latter open and see if I couldn’t add to the former’s impressive list of suburbs ‘n stuff. Turns out I could. Some are almost too obvious or well known to mention (Century City? Duh) and some are about as obscure as it gets (Lamanda Park?), but I mention them anyway — and there are a few that are pretty cool (check out the the 220-year-old typo that is Point Dume and the darkness that lurks behind the meaning of “Verdugo”).
So without further to-do, here’s my 65 supplemental places (64 in Los Angeles County and a 471-year-old one just up PCH in Ventura County). Enjoy!
Angeles National Forest: So named in 1908 because the larger part of the forest is within Los Angeles County.
Ballona Creek: From the Ballona land grant of 1839; probably a misspelling of Bayona, the name of a town in Spain.
Bel-Air: Named for its developer, Alphonso Bell, in 1923, on the model of French bel air, meaning “fresh air.”
Bouquet Canyon: A misinterpretation of Spanish El Buque, “the ship,” the nickname of a French sailor who settled there.
Brentwood: Named after Brentwood in Essex, England, the ancestral home landowner John Marsh.
Cahuenga Pass: From the Gabrielino village name kawé’nga, probably meaning “at the mountain.”
Canoga Park: Named in the 1890s after Canoga, New York, which was originally a Cayuga (Iroquoian) village.
Castaic: From Ventureño Chumas kashtiq, “the eye, the face”.
Centinela Creek: From the Spanish word for “sentry, sentinel.”
Century City: Named for 20th Century Fox film studios, on the site of which it was built, starting in 1961.
Chatsworth: Named in 1887 after the estate of the Duke of Devonshire in England.
Chilao: Formerly Chileo or Chilleo, a nickname of the herder Jose Gonzales, famous for killing a grizzly bear near here with only a hunting knife. Chil- what? Yeah, me too. It’s primarily a campground area waaay up in the Angeles National Forest.
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Blogging leads to adventures and fun soirees. Last night I was invited to a pretty swanky affair celebrating 50 years of Mustang and Fashion. It was held at The Standard Hotel on Sunset in WeHo. This shirt was worn by the wait staff from the hotel’s Event Department and we couldn’t get them to give one up for us.
The event is documented in my flickr set, and was actually a lot of fun. Great food, nice cocktails and cars with pretty models next to them. The Standard itself is quite the place. I remember it as the Golden Crest Hotel, then a retirement home when I first moved here, then it was abandoned for a while. Quite the come back as you will note from the pictures.
The show itself was a fun bit of high zoot fashion history intermingled with a particular generation of the Mustang. The speakers were L.A.’s own Christos Garkinos an expert in all things vintage along with Ford Design Director Joel Piaskowski who talked about the cars. Read the rest of this entry →