I just felt very proud of that blog title, despite the likelihood that I am not the first to have thought of it. I like to think of myself as an original, like Werther's. I really hope you all get that reference.
I am about to give away the entire plot…Continue
All a traffic reporter needs to say in Los Angeles is: you're screwed. Don't even bother. Google maps should say the same thing to eager drivers…Continue
Don't worry, I'm not referring to politics. I am not about to unleash my own personal Paul Ryan on the scene. I am talking about running the sport, as in "don your Nikes and hit the track"running. And as for the "mates," I am talking about the people with whom I share the track every morning.
Every musician must be jealous of Taylor Swift's ability to transcend musical genres. Unlike other artists and bands, she does not fit neatly into one category. For example, you can hear her song "Love Story" on a country radio station and then tune to a rock station which will be playing the same song, albeit a different version.…Continue
It seems that if you want to remain forever young, you don't need the Fountain of Youth, but rather to choose the right profession. Whether it is a negatively or positively spun article, every single one focusing on Paul Ryan refers to him with some sort of youth-oriented verbs- "boyish and young" being the main two. He is 42 years old. Imagine if he were in a different profession- underwear model,…Continue
I have morphed into a strange being. The kind that is the focus of fantasy novel plots, something able to strike fear into the hearts of young children attempting to fall asleep in their dark rooms. I have…
Added by Marisa Mostek on September 8, 2012 at 8:00am — No Comments
I struggle to find a manner to portray my feelings pertaining to the Los Angeles bus system in a way that does my sentiments justice. The Los Angeles metro system is hypocritical, slow and infuriating and tries my patience as nothing ever has before. The system which boasts punctuality and ease of use rivals driving in Los Angeles traffic. I can't decide which is worse- standing around waiting 45…Continue
California is trying desperately to beat me down. Generally it is working. Alone and homesick, I crave even the slightest display of humanity. Whether it be a smile from a stranger passing me on the street or rarer still, a "hello" or "how are you?", these little niceties seemingly absent from our modern…Continue
I've heard it all from Starbucks opposers who…Continue
The smell reminiscent of the rain that routinely fell on my home soil streamed through my Los Angeles window. Evoking a tapestry of memory laced with comfort, this sole sensation rooted me to the spot. Fixated, hypnotized, I was unable to move from the window.
Los Angeles reeks of car exhaust and other industrial outputs. It was unfathomable that the aroma of rain on pavement was…Continue
I risked not getting a seat at all when I chose to wait standby for the 70 mm screening of The Sound of Music at the Motion Picture Academy last night in Beverly Hills. When you are on the standby list, you may not get in, and if you do, you may get the worst seat in the house, craning your neck to increasingly awkward angles while attempting to see around…Continue
"Wow, that was long". That's what she said. And what I thought twice during the eve of the Dark Knight Rises premiere. The line of Batman enthusiasts extended far from the entrance of the historic Fox Theater in Westwood, CA. It wove around street corners, broke briefly in front of restaurant entrances so as not to impede incoming diners and began again, snaking around and ending what seemed…Continue