Furry lobster attacks tree Originally uploaded by framboise. Of events in the rather dullllife of D and P. Backtracking from the weekend just past. Sunday, 2nd of July, was spent in a leisurely fashion, starting with a large cappucino and pain au chocolat (for D) and almond croissant (for P) at Amandine Patisserie on Wilshire […]
Of their graduate lives… It’s graduation weekend at UCLA. And what a difference it is from the more sedate ceremonies at Edinburgh. A vast class of over 2000 students “walked” yesterday in UCLA’s basketball stadium to lots of cheers and wolf-whistles. It was a little more like a basketball game than what I’ve been through. […]
Sawtelle Blvd’s many nurseries beckoned last weekend. Salad leaves may result. Strawberries less likely. A wee Totoro was acquired and someone threw a tantrum until I bought him the neko bus from the giant robot store. And failing to learn his lesson from our visit to BCD Tofu House in Korea Town, someone upset his […]
From the BBC: White noise. Yeah, they’d have to be deaf to put up with their own music. I don’t have much of a problem with my portable music levels, although I’ve had to stop listening on the bus due to the super-high background noise levels. A pair of those fancy schmancy ear plug/buds is […]
I’m kind of proud of this photo. For no particular reason. Maybe it was just the moment when I took it. Or I have an inordinate fondness for shadows. Happy holidays to anyone who stumbles across this. And as the year ends, my thanks to the visitors who read or commented on my irrational rants.
Cycled to Venice Beach today (have a magic route, as vouchsafed by our biking neighbours; may post it someday should we try it again). Couldn’t decide what to have for lunch, so we had sushi! (This makes it something like 4 days in a row that we’ve had sushi: Thurs monkfish liver sushi with the […]
Angelato‘s, on the corner of Third Street Promenade and Arizona in Santa Monica, is possibly a gelato-lover’s heaven. The range of flavours is astounding, the combination adventurous, and the portion size generous. P has been replaced in my affections, naturally. Face of the day: chocolate mandarin (which P ordered for me; and weirdly enough, I’d […]
The West LA Farmers’ Market is a relatively new market, held every Sunday morning. I love the atmosphere: everyone’s friendly and there’s always some music playing, whether it’s taped music for folk to dance to or some live jazz (which is just the thing for Sunday morning).
Wish I had my camera with me today. Saw a couple of homeless men at a bus stop in LA with Rangers FC shirts on (yep, that deadbeat SPL team). Newish ones with ntl:home as the sponsor. Wonder if they were supporters…
akatsuki ra-ra-ra 