ahream

ahream Dispatches from the City of Angels I'm a mystery writer living in and writing about Los Angeles. You can catch my short story, "Running Venice," in the new anthology LAndmarked for Murder. Look for it in bookstores and on Amazon.com now. In the meantime, feel free to poke around. Over at my website you can find even more blog entries than I could fit here, as well as a few other ramblings. Enjoy and come back often.
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Previous Entry :: Next Entry Read/Post Comments (3) Most Recent Twitters: A 3-foot long alligator was found walking down the middle of the street in Venice Beach this morning. I love L.A. In case you were wondering, it is very difficult to get a hummingbird out of your house. They are irrational and prone to hysterics. L.A. Finds: The Nickel Diner on Main between 5th and 6th is a made-to-look-old, throwback of a place that melds into the old downtown and is, at the same time, part of the renaissance. They serve their burgers medium, their soda in bottles and offer all they can to locals in need. Flickr Updates: The second Thursday of every month is the Downtown Art Walk. The galleries stay open late, the restaurants are packed, bands perform on the streets. God, I love L.A. What I'm Reading: Attack of the Unsinkable Rubber Ducks by Christopher Brookmyre What I Talk About When I Talk About Running by Haruki Murakami Want E-Mail Updates? Click here, type your e-mail address into the first field (for public entries) and receive an e-mail note each time a new blog post goes up. (Photo updates, Twitters and "L.A. Finds" features not included. Those you have to swing by and check yourself.) Absolutely, positively no spam. Promise. Other author blogs: Sue Ann Jaffarian Eric Stone Christa Faust Lipstick Chronicles		2006-04-27 11:42 AM Computer anarchy Do you ever get the feeling your computer is doing things without your permission? Today, I was staring at a paragraph, not typing, just staring – the universal writer’s signal for “Now what?” – when my laptop started making its little Morse code clicking noises. All the indicator lights started flashing like it was about to launch the Mars Rover. And then – nothing. Nothing at all. It just got quiet again like nothing ever happened. I cocked an eyebrow and stared at it suspiciously. What the hell was that about? Some sort of hardware rebellion? A statement of independence? Is my laptop launching a military coup? What the heck is going on? I had the sudden urge to drop a towel over it, wrap it up like a cat about to get a shot and pull the plug. And then – I kid you not – it snickered at me. A little digital, clicking computer snicker. It mocks me. Tonight, before I go to bed, I’m playing it safe. The computer gets locked in the closet. Read/Post Comments (3) Previous Entry :: Next Entry Back to Top