Ashley Ream
Dispatches from the City of Angels

I'm a writer and humorist living in and writing about Los Angeles. You can catch my novel LOSING CLEMENTINE out March 6 from William Morrow. 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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Let's play name that celebrity!

One of the cool things about living in L.A. is running into famous people at Target. Of course, if you live in L.A. you're expected to be unaffected by this coolness, so unaffected that you do not stare or even notice said celebrity. Should you do something so uncouth as to, say, ask for an autograph, you would be immediately deported back to Duluth. Whether or not you're actually from Duluth would be immaterial.

One of the frustrating things about living in L.A. is running into people you're pretty sure are famous but damn if you can place them. Such a sighting can make you crazy for three, four hours and by extension your friends crazy when you keep asking, "Where do I KNOW that guy from?"

And that's exactly what happened to me this morning. So now it's time to play Name That Celebrity!

Here are the facts as we know them. The sighting occurred in my 9 a.m. spin class in Venice, which leads us to believe the alleged celebrity gets up before noon and lives in the vicinity. He was middle aged with blonde messy hair and a long scraggly goatee. Neither tall nor short, fat nor thin. He did bear some resemblance to James Hetfield of Metallica, but it wasn't him. This guy looked nicer, less like he might want to bar-b-que your puppy or stop you from sharing MP3s with your friends. I have some vague, back-of-the-brain inkling he might be a musician or comedian. But I don't think we should rule anything out yet. He had fair skin and was wearing normal guy clothes - nothing that appeared to have been assembled by a stylist or with an overabundance of black. He was also not excessively tattooed or sporting noticeable piercings. He was carrying a yoga mat in a plaid bag, and the reptilian part of my brain seems to think I'd seen him with strawberry blonde hair at some point. Frustratingly, the ability to catch glimpses of him in the studio's mirrored wall for an hour in no way helped my identification.

Now for the love of God somebody tell me who this guy was, so I can stop thinking about it. It's making me nuts. Anyone with the winning guess with receive my undying gratitude forever and ever. Let the game begin!


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