The three steepest roads in California are all in Los Angeles. Here's me, falling apart physically after attempting to walk up a hill.
Thursday, November 8, 2007
Me, Exhuasted, On The Baxter Steps
The three steepest roads in California are all in Los Angeles. Here's me, falling apart physically after attempting to walk up a hill.
Monday, November 5, 2007
Writer's Strike At Universal Studios
Here's what's missing from these pictures: the sound of honking cars. A lot of the cars driving by were honking their horns in support.
Friday, November 2, 2007
Echo Park: Sleeping Bird & Chilling Squirrel
Right in the middle of Los Angeles, I'm renting a place surrounded by trees. This little squirrel guy sees me typing away every day and has apparently decided I'm relatively harmless. He sits on that branch and chills. He looks a little nervous in this shot because I've never pulled out a camera before. Usually he just lounges like he's falling asleep. (The pic looks blurry because I was standing right up against the mesh of a screen door.)
He went away after I took the picture. I made some food, wrote some code, did some blogging, and then uploaded the pic and wrote this. Just now he came back and he's chilling on the branch again.
One morning I got up early, which I usually don't do, and this guy was sleeping on my porch. When I took the second picture I was almost close enough to pick him up, but of course the door was closed (and it would have been a rude awakening).
Monday, October 15, 2007
Parrots Chilling On A Walker
Seen on the streets of Los Angeles, somewhere in either downtown or Chinatown (or possibly the border between downtown and Chinatown). I saw the birds moving; they're real birds. I used to have a cockatiel and a couple parakeets. These guys aren't cockatiels, but they were roughly that size. The only parrot I know of this size with roughly this appearance costs like $300 a pop. I think it's the Indian or ringneck parakeet, but these guys are just sorta hanging out on some senior citizen's walker in the streets of a not exactly ritzy neighborhood. I don't know what the story was, but I know there was a story.
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