A Good Day for Sunscreen

5 Jun

I’ve been staying in Altadena with Todd and Tiffany this weekend (for reference, their place is not too far from 1675 E. Altadena Drive), and I spent yesterday with them. After starting the day sitting around reading The L.A. Times we went to Dish for brunch (where we had one of the most upbeat waiters of all time), and then Todd and I went off to the Huntington to walk around, check out the gardens, and generally just enjoy the near-90 degree and sunny weather. (I’ve been told that the weather wasn’t this nice until just a few days ago, so clearly I timed my trip just right. And yes, I’ve been wearing sunscreen.) The gardens were nice — not soooooo well-maintained, but still worth seeing — and we had a good time. Unfortunately, the thing we really wanted to see — an actual Gutenberg Bible — was off display. But I guess sweating under the hot sun was also fun, and by the time we left, it’s fair to say we both felt sorta beaten down by the heat. Then we drove around Pasadena, got out and walked around Old Pasadena (which is a lot less “old” now than the last time I was here four years ago), and headed home to meet up with Tiffany. Dinner was at Green Street Restaurant, which is right near a Hamburger Hamlet — not to be confused with a Hot Dog Macbeth or Sushi Othello, or even a Deserts All’s Well That Ends Well. (Actually, we almost went to Ruth’s Chris but didn’t, partly so we could stay in shorts.) Anyway, that was the day. Good, low-key, and very hot.

Just Another Perfect Day

4 Jun

It’s hard to tell which song to quote: Randy Newman’s “I Love L.A.” or the Riviera’s “California Sun,” but since I used one for the headline of this post, I’ll say now that I’m out here a-havin’ fun in the warm California sun.

Spent yesterday with Rebecca. Met up with Jake (formerly Howie) at Basix in West Hollywood for brunch, ate delicious pancakes, etc. Then we headed over to Venice for a couple hours, walked the canals, saw the houses (no two the same), took many pictures (again, the above is not one of mine), hung out on the beach, got wet in the Pacific Ocean, took more pictures.

Then at night we went to Royce Hall at UCLA for a silent film gala screening Harold Lloyd’s Safety Last! with live accompaniment by the Los Angeles Chamber Orchestra.

And then, somehow, Rebecca navigated me from her place in Hollywood back to the 134 through all kinds of side roads and whatnot, and on a Saturday night too. Very impressive.

All told, having a very good time. I’m totally relaxed and very happy I decided to get away. Really needed the vacation.

Same Story, Different Coast

3 Jun

As I’ve learned time and again, it’s a bad thing for me to be set loose in a nice place with my camera, and now that I’m on vacation here in Los Angeles, I’ve slipped all-too-easily into the role of “tourist.” Yesterday I went to one of my favorite places, the Getty Center, and must have taken about 50 pictures, some of the same things from different angles. In fact, I was there for about three hours, and not counting the architecture, I didn’t see a single piece of art. And it’s not like this was my first trip there. (I should add right away that the picture above is not one of mine, but one I found on Wikipedia’s site about the Getty that I really like.) You’ll see all my pictures and hear all my stories when I return to the right coast, but as long as I have Web access at Todd and Tiffany’s, I thought I’d give some quick trip updates every day before I set off, in case you’re interested in what I’m up to out here. Had a good flight, it was half-full, and despite having more space than I needed and two whole rows to choose from, I couldn’t sleep. Thankfully, the inflight movie was King Kong, so I watched that again. Yesterday I went to Westwood and had brunch at Jerry’s, mmmmmmmm. While I was walking around, I saw an armed robbery in progress at the EB Games store (well, not from inside the store, but I saw the cops with guns and the backup and the helicopter and the newsvans, etc.). Good stuff (and no, I didn’t take any pictures of it). Went to the Getty with Rachel, who I’ll also see next week at Reunion. Went to the Dodger game vs Phillies with Todd, Tiffany and Kerri. The Dodgers lost, but it was good to see that Nomar is loved by the fans and playing well — the PA plays “Low Rider” when he comes up to bat. Also, it was Ron Cey bobble head night. (Bonus!) And the temperatures here are in the mid-80s, which is really nice. I’m just relaxing and taking it easy out here, on this last weekend of my 31st year. If yesterday was any indication, it should be a good rest of the trip.

… Because It’s Broken

30 May

Sigh. So breakups are never easy, and sometimes they’re quite painful. The Break-Up is one of those. At the end of it you’re mentally drained from having Vince Vaughn yelling at you and from watching Jennifer Aniston just completely beaten down and emotionally spent. (What, you expected this to be a happy movie? Silly you. It’s called The Break-Up!) The film is so meanspirited and negative-toned that you don’t even want this couple to get back together, unlike in some other movies with a similar plot that are sweet at their core. Sure, there are some good lines, but Vince Vaughn doesn’t seem to have the same wickedly funny but good natured streak he had in Wedding Crashers. Here he’s just cruel and stupid, and nowhere near loveable. And while it’s good to see him and Jon Favreau back together on the screen, ultimately, all I could think of was: man-oh-man, did Jon Favreau ever get heavy. So that adds to the sad feeling after seeing this movie. I mean, yeah, Jen does looks great. And I got a good chuckle from Justin Long’s performance. But because the movie is 10-15 minutes too long and at times it’s just not funny (and not in a failed way), I’m still giving The Break-Up a C+.

Weekend Review

30 May

Mitzi and Jason were in town this weekend, so we played tourist.

Thankfully, the weather cooperated, and I think it’s safe to say we walked more than 10 miles in total, seven and a half of them on Sunday alone.

Some highlights of the weekend: Continue reading

What a Waste!

28 May

If Boston magazine is looking for a new category for its annual “Best of” issue, might I suggest “Best Misuse of Prime Real Estate.”

I even have a winner.

Yesterday was the grand opening of Johnny Cupcakes, located at 279 Newbury Street (at the corner of Gloucester Street). Sounds cool, right? A cupcake store right on Newbury Street! Yum.

Suffice it to say, Mitzi and Jason are in town, and the three of us were excited to check the place out today, especially since we heard that yesterday there was a line out the door.

But in what is either a collosal waste of a good brand name or a genius way to attract and mislead customers, it seems the company has forgotten one important thing — the cupcakes!

Instead, Johnny Cupcakes is a clothing company, and all the stuff is shown in bakery-like display cases.

To say we were let-down is an understatement. We were disappointed. We felt gypped. Swindled. Horn-swaggled. And the clothing wasn’t even all that cool; it was of the $40 designer t-shirt variety, the kind of stuff that’s not even attractive.

What a waste.

Here’s what I’m hoping: Once word gets out about this sham of a store, the people of Boston will join with me in boycotting this Johnny’s “cupcakes” until he begins to actually sell cupcakes, or until he changes the store’s name.

Who’s with me?

Update, 6/18/06: Just an Urban Legend?

Back in the Globe

28 May

Just a quick post to let you know (if you’re interested) that my blog’s been quoted in the Boston Globe again.

It’s a reference to my recent posting about the T driver who was afraid of a spider.

Bike Me

26 May

For the second day in a row, I was nearly run over by a bike rider on my way into work.

Same thing happened both days: I got out of the T at the corner of Summer and Washington Streets, and just as I stepped off the sidewalk someone zipped right by.

Yesterday the woman yelled out, “Look where you’re going!”

Today the guy just zipped right by without saying anything.

Now, it’s not like I was alone or acting absent-mindedly or anything. And sure, yesterday I was on my cell phone. But is it too much to ask bike riders to ease up as they ride through Downtown Crossing at 9 a.m. when the area is mobbed with people commuting to work?

There’s no reason to ride through at a top speed and then criticize people who get in your way.

I think in these cases, I — and all other pedestrians — definitely had the right-of-way.

X: Why See

25 May

Alright, so X-Men: The Last Stand is a big, exciting summer movie, full of action and big, important speeches and cool special effects. But it’s a bit darker (visually) and colder than the previous two X-Men films, and it doesn’t have the same, I dunno, heart that the other two had. In fact, this one feels more functional, more run-of-the-mill, more routine, and more blunt. Which is a shame, because as comic book movies go, the X-Men films have been better than most. They all deal with prejudice, but this one feels the most heavy-handed, thematically. Still, X3 does have its moments of fun, including the final battle sequence, so I’ll give this third film a B — for Beast, because that character is a trip. How funny it is to see Kelsey Grammer bulked up with blue fur and makeup.

All Signs Point To …

25 May

Alright, so the television season is now over (and man-o-man, what an awesome Lost finale last night), there’s a brand new American Idol, the Red Sox are still in first place despite losing two out of three games to the Yankees, X-Men 3 opens tomorrow, it’s a beautiful sunny day here in Boston with temperatures in the 70s, tomorrow begins the Memorial Day weekend …

I could be wrong, but I think it’s summer! Woo hoo!