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 (2) Most Recent Twitters: Reading Tony Broadbent's book, The Smoke. It's too good. I'm losing sleep. Nocturnal pattern shot to hell. Productivity declining. L.A. Finds: The Denver omelet at Pat's in Topanga is sublime in its simplicity. Exactly what you need and nothing else, much like the restaurant itself snuggled smack in the middle of an old hippie community where the peace signs and tie-dye still reign. 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: The Smoke by Tony Broadbent 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		2008-06-22 4:13 PM Up in ’Frisco At least once a year, I hop the cheapest flight I can get and leave behind the Botox and the boobs for the rarefied air of San Francisco. I ditch my car and hop a bus with the tweakers and the homeless guys. Wave goodbye to my teetotaller husband and rack up a bar bill. Trade the San Fernando Valley for the hills, the sun for the fog, the sprawl for the compact and vertical. It’s good for me, a cultural colonic. Most importantly, I crash with my best girlfriend, laugh my ass off and remember why she’s the Laverne to my Shirley. Occasionally, we even do something respectable. Pictures from the Chihuly glass exhibit at the de Young: http://www.flickr.com/photos/ahream Everybody needs a Laverne. Love ya, babe. Read/Post Comments (2) Previous Entry :: Next Entry Back to Top