Archive for the ‘Still in East Hollywood’ Category

A Very Long Day in the Animal Kingdom

Friday, October 1st, 2004

By this morning it was already late in the workweek and so I was of course late to start the day. I walked with the pups along one of our regular routes, one of the deep ruts we’ve cut in our corner of East Hollywood. Just past the library I had to steer them around a dead kitten lying in the parkway. They licked their greedy little chops and tugged at their leash, but the will of this pack leader prevailed. No scavenging. No, thank you.

At the end of my Very Long Day, I threw myself into the car and started for home through Griffith Park, the slow steady scenic route I usually take to avoid the unpredictable snarls of the I-5 freeway. For a minute I scolded myself for not bucking the rut and taking the fast road home to the dogs – it was almost 9:00 and so rush hour was probably over. Then suddenly my headlights revealed a coyote in all its splendor, casually standing watch in the picnic grass beside the road! I slowed to savor the encounter as much as I could from within my giant steel cage. I felt a little more human… and a little more animal.

Extreme Voting

Tuesday, August 3rd, 2004

Pardon me while I loot Bob’s bloggable treasure lifted from the depths of craigslist. Hey, you snooze you lose, as my folks might say.

This listing* reveals perhaps the most hardcore attempt by a pair of voting citizens to re-defeat Bush that I’ve seen yet. They’re not just showing up at the polls come election day, they’re showing up in a so-called swing state!

Plenty of fear and loathing here in Los Angeles as the election frenzy whips up a heady froth: loathing for the Bush Bullies and fear that we’ll have to endure another four years of their abuse! And sometimes a foaming at the mouth for the madness of it all.

*My wife and I are moving to Ohio for two months to vote for John Kerry. We live in a beautiful 1920’s building with incredible views in the heart of Hollywood. The apartment will be available as soon as September 20th. We will return at the end of November. Sublet our apartment and help us BEAT GEORGE BUSH.

Pedestrian At Play

Tuesday, June 29th, 2004

Utne’s been consistently feeding my fascination with pedestrian loco-motion. Last month there was this article exploring the social meaning of walking and the state of pedestrianism in a car’s world. Then along came a great introduction to the arts of psychogeography in the current issue. I’m discovering that psychogeographical games are a potentially riveting way to connect my mental spaces with everyday places around me, to find new meaning and beauty there.

So, in the infectious spirit of playfulness and following through with good intentions, I turned my morning walk with Gordon into an experiment in "generative psychogeography" – I tried to find that twilight zone between goal-oriented and completely random travel by following this spontaneously-decided algorithm: take the second right, second left, first right, then repeat. I tried not to fuss too much over further elaborating the rules ("should I make my turn before or after crossing the intersection?") and to focus instead on the world around me. We cycled through the algorithm just over 3 times in the allotted 45 minutes (think long LA blocks and lots of pausing to sniff and pee on all sorts of upright objects). Here are some of my favorite moments:

For the first time I noticed a "Share the Road" sign struggling among the visual clutter of Sunset Boulevard. I guess I usually drive by too fast to take it in.

There are two hourglass Marilyn Monroe palm trees in a line of standard tall and ultra-thin Twiggy ones.

Gordon sniffed the whole length of the hedge lining the back of KCET studios while I admired the old brick building and peeked into the windows of the ground level offices.

A Little Rascals -esque dog draped his paws out of a second-story window and barked as we passed.

Gordon’s crooked little piggy tail wiggled as he touched noses with two new big dogs through their gates. Across the street a frumpy little Maltese yipped a greeting.

100 teenagers streamed between buildings on the Thomas Starr King Middle School campus. It was their second-to-last day of school. I heard some squeals along the lines of "ohmygod – that is such a cah-UTE dog!"

Two big men speaking Spanish prepared to pour cement in a neighbor’s driveway. Four big men were installing roofing tiles on a little house on Virgil. I thought of my mum working with Grandpa on his roof in Indianapolis.

I made eye contact and said "Good morning!" to three of the people I passed. Two of them responded in richly accented English, including the funny little man I sometimes see jogging baby steps around the neighborhood.

I can’t wait to try another algorithm soon, or the same algorithm starting from a different location! I’m also excited to have found a reference point for some of the street art I’ve occasionally seen around town.

Static in my attic

Tuesday, June 8th, 2004

This morning I dreamed that the clock radio was telling me to allow for a longer-than-usual commute to class today because throngs of Reagan’s mourners were choking the 118 westbound to Moorpark…silly brain to think that so many people would descend on Moorpark of all places…oh, wait a minute…

We interrupt this broadcast with news from Bob that I in fact was not dreaming. Apparently the Reagan library is located over there in the Simi Valley. Well, there goes my plan to lament how much of my mental energy is wasted on nassssty car commutes, even in REM sleep.

Pedestrian in pain

Monday, June 7th, 2004

On Friday evening I made another feeble attempt to be a more active Sierra Club member by participating in a regular outing. In this case we did the monthly moonlight hike from the Merry-Go-Round to the top of Mount Hollywood in Griffith Park. Except there wasn’t any moonlight. And it turns out Mount Hollywood isn’t the one with the Hollywood sign (but you can see the sign on the hill just adjacent, Mount Lee). The view from the top is pretty trippy – hazy streaks of light and smog stretching forever to the south, the scarred mountains away across the valley to the north, and bird’s eye view of the Observatory and the Greek Theater straight below.

Problem was I took the steep first part of the trail way too fast, and for the millionth time I caught myself feeling awfully miserable for someone supposed to be enjoying recreation and mentally whining ‘but I walk Gordon twice a day! so why is my face beet red and my heart ready to explode on this hike?!’ Plenty of general aching and puffy exhaustion lasting through the weekend. I’m clearly a far cry from living up to the proud Pedestrian Saga name.

Raffle Queen, or How I learned to stop worrying and love city government

Wednesday, May 26th, 2004

So I missed what would’ve been my second River Ride the past weekend, but I did make it to my second Congress of Neighborhoods as a delegate for the fledgling East Hollywood Neighborhood Council. My neighbors and I dragged ourselves out of the house by 8:00 on Saturday morning and carpooled to the convention center downtown. After some serious queuing outside the parking complex (should’ve taken the Red Line to the Blue Line!) we checked in to the Congress, grabbed some Krispy Kreme donuts and Starbucks coffee, and split up for the morning session. I wasn’t feeling motivated enough to join a workshop 30 minutes late, so I wandered the city department exhibits, chatting up the Los Angeles World Airports rep, the city police officers, the housing department staff, and declaring myself a "big fan" to the folks at the 311 booth (One Call to City Hall). I also met Lois of the Los Angeles Eco-Village, a fascinating community tucked into two city blocks between my neighborhood and Wilshire Boulevard. And right across from Lois I met Susan Kent, the city librarian, at the LAPL booth! I nervously told her that I’m curious about entering the profession.

All the while I was greedily collecting tickets for the afternoon raffle contest. I tell ya, there’s nothing like Krispy Kreme donuts and raffle prizes to get me civically engaged! They were offering Dodgers tickets, a visit to the LAX control tower, dinner at a fire station, cruises on city boats in Santa Monica Bay and LA Harbor, but I put all my tickets in the drawings for the behind-the-scenes trip through Central Library and the Board of Public Works‘ sewer tour! And would you believe it – I won both of them! I was so visibly excited as I claimed my prizes at the podium, because I never win drawings, no matter how hard I cross my fingers and will it to happen. Despite being a little, not-yet-certified Neighborhood Council, EHo sure won big that day – our main man Elson walked away with the 4 Dodgers tix!

Overall this Congress wasn’t quite as vivacious as last year’s. Mayor Jim Hahn showed up this year and spoke to us about the tough budget, but I kinda zoned out and became mesmerized by the sign language translators working just below the stage (I think I figured out the sign for NC by the end of that speech). His sister Janice was a livelier speaker last year, though I don’t remember what she said really (typical political spectator! absorb the form but not the content…) I missed last year’s energetic roll caller from South LA, but I enjoyed Don Garza’s Town Crier (whom we originally mistook for a pirate! Oops.)

I chose to attend the Neighborhood Improvement Projects workshop in the afternoon, since they’re what attracted me to this NC business in the first place (I just wanted to pick up trash and otherwise beautify). It was mostly geared toward certified NCs, but I got some contact information for Operation Clean Sweep and a booklet with pretty color photos of successful projects citywide. (Look for my own gallery of neighborhood murals – forthcoming.)

And look for field trip reports from this book-worm/sewer-rat!

This week’s comics

Thursday, May 20th, 2004

Salon’s comics this week have been dead on – today’s Tom the Dancing Bug frightens me with its insight into our presidential contest.

Also interesting to discover that Waylay is born in my neck of the woods (well, there aren’t so many trees as all that). An affectionate tribute to Silver Lake.

Hang this Onion on the fridge

Friday, May 7th, 2004

The second article on this week’s featured front page of The Onion in History is very dear to that jaded, despairing, dystopia-inhabiting, soul-sucked and crushed-spirit part of my psyche.

More car-nage on Effie

Friday, April 30th, 2004

Today Gordon and I met the chaos on Effie before we even got to the base of the hill. There were three average cars crumpled like aluminum cans in a neat pack at the side of the street. A pair of police officers was calmly taking notes, and 8 or so people had gathered on the sidewalk and were smiling and chatting placidly about exchanging insurance information as if they were passing around business cards at a party, or even as though they already knew one another. The scene looked carefully constructed, like an installation of contemporary art with museum patrons milling about the exhibit on opening day. Or maybe all the people were part of the exhibit themselves?

Or maybe my casual studies of car culture’s dark side are getting to me.

A squirrel’s strangely silent and rather graceful death by SUV

Saturday, April 17th, 2004

This morning I was doing the hill on Effie, a residential Silver Lake street, focusing on working my sleepy limbs while Gordon sniffed about with even more devotion than usual, given the lovely petrichor. Suddenly, just a few meters away, I saw an average, humble squirrel collide silently with an anonymous, black SUV. It was tossed into the air acrobatically and its tail trailed its body like a rhythmic gymnast’s ribbon. It landed like cats and squirrels do, easily on the feet, and scampered over to the parkway on the opposite side of the street to die in the vine-y groundcover. It was shocking to witness this creature’s violent death – I almost felt I was intruding on a very private moment. It also awakened memories of two childhood traumas when I saw our pet cats get run over by slow-moving vehicles. The squirrel was uncomplaining and went so quietly that Gordon and the SUV didn’t notice.