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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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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


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Lipstick Chronicles



Who-de-whos and rat poison

(WARNING: If this blog post were a movie, it would be rated R, which probably means Sharon Stone would want to star in it. But for our purposes, be aware the following essay contains humorous, although vaguely sexually suggestive, situations. Also Russians.)


Oh sure, I get the Viagra spam just like the rest of America. Also, it would appear that “Russian girls want to meet me,” which somehow I doubt. I did have a Russian pen pal as a kid who wrote all her correspondence on graph paper, every letter of every word carefully printed in each single box, which is either cultural or she’s now a serial killer. Hard to say.

But recently, there’s been a fun new twist. I’ve begun receiving advertisements for (I am absolutely not making this up) MegaDik Penis Enlargement Pills.

Setting aside for the moment that this is exactly the sort of brand name I would make up for a book and secretly wish I’d thought of it first, who is actually buying this stuff? It must be somebody. One or two guys? (I know you’re out there. Confess.)

It would almost be worth it to purchase a bottle just to keep around for a chuckle, assuming I could make the purchase with someone else’s credit card number, which – let’s face it – would likely end up in the hands of the aforementioned Russian girls.

What I really want to see is the ingredients list. They’re either sugar pills or rat poison and antifreeze. Either way, I’m curious.

Also I do sort of wonder if there’s a placebo effect. And if so, does it kick in before the rat poison?


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