Father Greg Boyle was on Fresh Air with Terry Gross recently. You can check out the interview here:

http://www.npr.org/templates/story/story.php?storyId=127010471

I saw this lady in a pretty skirt walking passed Pershing Square the other day.

Andre on Andre on Main St

Stella on bike

Somebody I see around the historic core a lot

I have always been too shy of taking photos of people in public spaces for the simple reason of wanting to minimize the odds of getting my ass kicked.

I have recently figured out that I can be stealthy in my photo taking when I use my iphone. It just looks as though I am doing something with it instead of stealing people's souls.

I was walking by the Silverlake Junction when I saw this woman sitting down with her dogs. I asked if I could take a photo and she said yes.

Stella on Main

Stella Dottir.

The Wedding of Stariel Dahlmons

I recently went to one of the most amazing weddings I have ever been to. It was a weekend of exploring the city (Palm Springs), good conversation, tacos, and a celebration of Stacie and Levi's relationship.

Levi (left) and Stacie (right).











The wedding guests took over this small mid-century modern resort. Friday night was the wedding rehearsal dinner. Saturday people enjoyed all corners and heights of the city, whether it was hiking the local trails or frolicking in the snow up at the San Jacinto mountains. Saturday night we were fed tacos from a taco truck and lounged around the pool area. Shortly after we went to this bar called Oasis(?) where the manager gave the bride a phallic straw as a gift (photo not shown).




Sunday morning hung over guests showed up to an 8 am catered breakfast. The exchange of nuptials happened shortly after by our old classmate Marco.

The happy couple recently moved to Seoul, Korea.

I walked around Mac Arthur Park the other day (the neighborhood, not the park). Here are some photos.

Valerie is back from France. Actually, she's been back for the past two months. I just haven't updated this damn thing in a while.

La Paletera

Watching the Watcher

The Hallway underneath a parking lot between Spring St and Broadway.

Where do I go to... buy a bike.

I.
Bought.
a.
BIKE!!!

A warm thank you to Neighbor Joe for telling me about Chubby's Cruisers. I found a bicycle that was right for me. I got a "hybrid", that is, it is a hybrid between a mountain bike and a cruiser.


The owner, Nicole, on my new bike.



My bike, with a basket.



More bikes. I just bought one though.


I asked the owner how she got into selling bikes. She said that she started off fixing and selling bikes from her backyard and then decided to open up a store.

Nice staff. Nice owner. Good selection of bikes. Any bike that you buy from them they will do check ups and fix anything that needs to be fixed as long as you have the bike. There are certain limitations to that though. They won't fix your bike if you intentionally break it, or something like that. Anyway, its a great place to get a bike. I highly recommend them.

Chubby's Cruisers
2047 La Cienega Blvd
Los Angeles, CA 90034
310.202.0005

Yellow Mona Lisa

The other day I was walking around the Arts district and saw this dude painting an image of the Mona Lisa on a wall that I have never noticed before:





I asked him if I could take his picture. He looked up and said "yes". I didn't catch his name. Beyond that I didn't want to disrupt his momentum.

I was walking home from the gym the other day and decided to walk through Pershing Square. I saw some handsome chaps being photographed by their friend and I decided to take photographs as well.

We talked a little, I then grew self conscious of my post-work out stankyness, and carried on home.

Timothy Williams.

Now showing at the Continental Gallery.

More info here.

Proyecto Matzo Ball Soup

The Significant Other (TSO) has a really bad cold. So the other day I made TSO matzo ball soup. Its just what we do when somebody is sick.

I had to go to a local grocery store to get the ingredients. I decided to walk to Ralph's, even though that is not where I do my regular grocery shopping. Its a 45 minute walk (it could be a looong walk if you are carrying heavy groceries), and the few times I have been there, I ALWAYS (100% of the time) had problems with exiting the parking garage and validation system. I regularly shop at Trader Joe's in Silverlake, or farmer's markets. But I'll leave that for another post.

I headed towards Ralph's with no specfic route in mind. I was just making it up as I went along.










Around Grand and 8th St some guy struck up a conversation with me about the architecture in downtown, adaptive reuse, sexual harassment in downtown, and digital photography. We parted ways when we got to Ralph's. Here he is walking and talking:



As soon as I got to Ralph's I needed to rest a little and get a caffeine fix. So I sat down outside, and did a combination of people watching, and prepared my lecture on the catalytic hydrogenation of olefins with a Pd catalyst.




Then I went back inside to do some shopping. Hey, did you know that Ralph's carries the best apples I have ever eaten in my whole entire life? I always stock up on them whenever I go.




Its the pink lady apples in the organic section. Hey, its neighbor Joe getting some!




I saw this guy with an interesting shirt, and asked him if I could take a picture of it:




Then some guy standing nearby said I should take a picture of his shirt too. Then I said "OK!", because I love photographing Angelenos. He was joking and didn't realize I would take him up on it. But I smiled pretty and took one anyway. He was self conscious about the smudge on the upper right of his shirt. I wonder what that dude in the tie in the background is thinking?



I got all the ingredients I needed for the mazto ball soup (carrots, celery, matzo ball mix, chicken stock, eggs, garlic, parsley, baby dill) and then headed home. On my way back I walked passed a film crew packing up their stuff and saw a pretty bouquette and took a picture of it.




This one masculine film crew guy noticed me taking a picture of it. He playfully picked up the bouquette, and posed a kissy face for the camera. I live for this kind of stuff.

Twelve Rickys

As I mentioned in a previous post, I recently took a series of photos of the photogenic downtown denizen, Ricky.