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I figured it out, guys

The secret to keeping your head straight as we live through this pandemic is to … self-distance online as well. Get away from the crowds (Twitter), don’t gather in groups (Instagram), and avoid mass gatherings (Facebook). Stay at home (personal blog) and chill. Trust me, ain’t shit happening out there.

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Today, I went to Tom’s One Hour Photo

I hadn’t a clue who Kacey Musgraves was — but without her unabashed sense of adventure and her huge celebrity-sized following, she wouldn’t have had the chance to spread the word about Tom’s One Hour Photo, which is: My kind of photo lab My kind of photographer My kind of photo I have fond memories […]

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L.A. Vignettes

A Conversation Under a Bridge

La Cienega Blvd. under the 10 freeway. “I thought it, poetic .” “Not really; more of a clichéd poetic.” “Doesn’t it say something to you?” “What does it say to you?” “I marvel at the fact that one word, as simple as one word, can move someone, like the same way a poem moves when […]

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L.A. Vignettes

What Happened to Western Avenue?

What happened to the good ol’ days? Well, they went away with the winter rains. The gutter took them from block to block and dumped down to the beach where the tourists play, down by the Santa Monica Pier. What happened to Western Avenue? They took away its soul and replaced it with a ghoul. But […]

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L.A. on Light

Cap back. Sunset on low. Dippin’ down the block. The kid enjoys his long drives around the neighborhood. Got me pushing him around in his mini-me car, battling the uneven sidewalks, the rolling stops, dogs, territorial birds, overall non-gangsta shit in former gangsta lands. I’d rather stay in, take him — and his whip — […]

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L.A. Music

Explicit Lyrics Obscured

Accidentally pressed ‘Play’ on a clean version of DAMN the other day. And — damn — that shit still sound so good. Left it on. Made it look sexy.

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L.A. Corner On The Cob

Also known as elote. Classified as goddamned street food. Found with a strong sense of exploration and don’t-give-a-fuck-ness. Eaten under the L.A. sun. Made of hard work, resilience, and flair — with a dash of L.A. smog. The recipe according to Chef Roy Choi: Corn (shucked) Vegetable oil Butter (softened) Salt Mayonnaise Cotjia cheese Cayenne Lime See: L.A. Son by Roy Choi

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I Feel Like ScHoolboy Q

Like Russell Westbrook. Like James Harden. Like DeMar DeRozan. Like Kung Fu Kenny. 10-4. No Switching Sides. Like Pioneer Chicken. Straight from the Library Tower. The RTD transfer. And Rakaa Iriscience. The 405. The 10. The 710. 562. 213. 310.