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Ho-leeee crap. Hello, Los Angeles, my love.

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?!

This girl.

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?

Random Valley Front Yard of the Day: Memorial Weekend Edition

In celebration of that most 1950’s-esque, American-as-apple-pie, Eisenhower-and-nuclear-family-ish holiday that is Memorial Day, here I present a triptych of three Valley homes, all built in the ’60s, in the same subdivision, on the same template, and now all drastically different from one another.


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Random Valley Front Yard of the Day: 3.15.09

Found in the east Valley (gets hella bigger with a click):
random valley front yard of the day 3.15.09

I particularly enjoy the hard horizontal line of the edge of the roof, occasionally broken as an awning extends forward; the vibrant blue of the stucco; how the grey of the roof matches the windows in shadow; and, of course, the grid of thoughtfully-placed lawn ornaments, almost as though a tiny little cemetery had been built into the front yard & each grave marked by a fake Canada goose or potted plant.

Behind the jump, a gem of a find…: Continue reading Random Valley Front Yard of the Day: 3.15.09

Give love, gift a home to two needy kitties

So our fearless leader Sean has a hairy problem. Well, two. They also have claws and soft little ears. They are Kira & Pig. They are about to be homeless.

These little ones actually belonged to our friend & former metblogs author Caryn, who recently moved to England. She thought she’d found a home for them, but after she’d left to cross the pond, said potential home flaked. LAME. Now Sean is stuck cat-sitting, and he’s running out of time to find them a new home, especially with his constant traveling and impending move.

If you, or someone you know, has ever thought, “Maybe I should get a cat? I wonder…”–this is your chance to get two loveable, snuggly and sweet kitties. It’s not their fault that they’ve gotten stuck in this conundrum, and they’re really at the mercy of the people around them. They need someone with a big heart to take them in & love them. That love will pay in dividends.

Our furballs in question are 14 & 13, respectively, and very attached to one another. Sean tells you all about their personalities here. At a time when many people are trying to change the meaning of the holidays from a celebration of excess to a celebration of love & charity, this would be a true act of kindness: opening your home to a pair of little animals who really depend on us for survival.

You know you have space in your house & your heart. So drop me a line and let me know–lucindamichele (at) gmail (dawt) com.