a yearlong diary in three-line poems by Jeff Rogers, day 95 Fall Leaves Thich Nhat Hanh’s mindfulness meditation CD plays in my car as I drive to Piper Tech. Walking through the City of LA print shop I see stacks of glossy brochures and postcards Like piles of colorful fall leaves.

When my friend slpc saw the commercial for Baskin Robbins Turkey Ice Cream Cake on Sunday, she was all like, “Eww.” But I only had one question: Why didn’t anyone think of this sooner? It’s absolutely brilliant. But what say you?

. a blogumn by Debra Goykhman With Thanksgiving around the corner I am feeling extremely domesticated.  I have had turkey on my mind for the last two weeks.  It all goes back to plane fare.  We usually always go to Philadelphia or Pittsburgh for Thanksgiving, so there are absolutely no turkey expectations in my life.  [...]

So on Saturday, I was reading a book that mentioned the Proust Questionnaire. Now I’ve always been a huge fan of the Proust Questionnaire, and I used to be sort of obsessed with it, back in college when my future was wide open and I thought I knew just about everything. In fact, I used [...]

Aw crap, Zacki from “Tall Glass of Shame” guessed correctly that yesterday’s lyric was from “Bless Your Beautiful Hide” from Seven Bride from Seven Brothers – but he didn’t guess the singer, so no extra half point for you guys. Mwah-ha-ha-ha-ha! On to Random Tuesdays. This is one of my favorite songs from the 80s [...]

I’m ridiculously anti-alarm clock and I’ve pretty much trained myself to not oversleep rather than have to put up with the obnoxiousness of an alarm clock in the morning. But this alarm which shakes you awake is pretty dang clever — and cheap at only $25! Nice novelty gift I think. Click on the pic [...]

. a blogumn by Michael Kass The thanksgiving part of Thanksgiving is a relatively new presence in my holiday life. I mean, my family had Thanksgiving when I was growing up. My parents and I would trundle up to New Jersey and spend the evening in my grandparents’ one bedroom rent-controlled apartment eating take-out from [...]

a yearlong diary in three-line poems by Jeff Rogers, day 94 I Stop for its Music Jenny supervises me sorting my books: two seconds to sort into Bye-Bye, Keep, Or Don’t Know. We hear Elise from the other room laughing on the phone. “She has a beautiful laugh,” says Jenny. I stop for its music. [...]

I love Nancy Sinatra, even though she sings totally flat, and I love RC Cola, even though I’ve never tasted it. That’s all. [Source: Jezebel]

Thanksgiving is by tradition spent with family. But in a place like Los Angeles, particularly, many of us are far from our families, but among friends who become our local families. I’ve been in Los Angeles a long time, and while I’ve often gone back to Michigan for Christmas, I’ve only rarely gone back for [...]