Scandalous!

So the world didn't end. Again. I'm trying to be magnanimous about it but it's hard not to feel smug when a bunch of bigots and homophobes end up with eggs on their faces.

So instead, here are a few shocking images.

I have to admit I haven't worn pantyhose in a decade. I don't like them; wearing them makes me feel like a sausage stuffed into a plastic casing.


It makes me wonder how a thin, sheer layer nylon (or silk) could ever been the dividing line between decent and indecent.

Downtown

Nobody likes to be called in for jury duty, but it's like the flu: sooner or later you gonna get it. I had my on-call thing this week. I called in night after night and got the automated message saying that I didn't have to go in the next morning. I forgot to call in in on Thursday night, so I did in Friday morning. I found out I needed to report to the downtown courthouse 7:30 am that morning. It was 7:15. So I went to downtown instead of work. I got to the courthouse by 8:30. The clerks were just getting around rounding up the potential jurors.


So there we were in the courtroom going through the jury selection, people getting called into "the box," lawyers asking questions. There were a few colorful characters, like the skinny white boy in his very early twenties talking fluent jive 'bout homies an' stuff. The really funny part came when the plaintiff's lawyer, a black man in his forties asked the kid if he'd seen Airplane. The lawyer even quoted "I can speak Jive." If you're old like me you probably have seen the movie and remember the scene with the little old white lady translating jive to the stewardess. (If you don't, hang your head in shame.) The kid in the courtroom just said he didn't watch much television. Sadly, the hilarity of the moment zipped straight over his head.


At lunchtime I walked past the L.A. Times building. In the floor-to-ceiling window of a ground floor office sat an old front page declaring that the "ALLIES LAND IN ROME." For a second I read it as "ALIENS LAND IN ROME."


In the end I dodged the bullet and I'm no safe for a year. Good thing because all I did all day is sit on my ass and I'm exhausted.

Flea Market Fun

Flea market is like a treasure hunt: best undertook in comfortable shoes.


I struck gold again: this beautiful Underwood 4-band portable from circa the 1920's. She's a beaut, ain't she?


There was a whole lot of stuff I didn't buy, like a pile of mismatched cutlery.


Or this... teapot?


Fashionable hat.


I was tempted by the monkey, but held strong.


Yeah...


Okay, I have absolutely no idea what this is about, but I have the vague feeling that somehow it's racist.

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I took a trip to the army surplus store.

Thoughts for Food

The other week friends and I went to this Chinese restaurant in Arcadia that had dumplings with soup inside. It was delicious. I was so taken that I forgot to snap pictures.

The next day we had brunch at The Hungry Cat. This restaurant is in Hollywood, close to the Arclight Theatres there. It's damn convenient for a dinner and a movie. Or a Brunch and a movie. I'm so addicted to The Hungry Cat that if I don't go for a few months I get the shakes.


We shared oysters and octopus salad for starts. The octopus was tender and smoky.


I don't remember what this is, except that that's a duck egg.


I had Chicken and Waffles. Roscoe's is the restaurant known for this dish, but in all honesty, their chicken tends to be dry. This chicken was perfect: crispy on the outside and sinfully juicy on the inside. That thing on the top? That's butter.


There were more dishes, plus these babies. After three I was a very happy camper. We didn't have dessert. There were talks of Monkey Bread at the beginning of the meal, but by the end we were too stuffed.


However I can't end food porn without a gratuitous sweets shot. So have this from Porto's.

Btw, I'm having a strong craving for dumplings.

On The Rocks

I have no idea where this photo was taken. I found it at the flea market.

Lost and Found: The Kiss

I don't have many photos of public displays of affection. I wish I had more. This not quite like the famous Doisneau photo, but he had Paris for background. This one's looks more like the Hoover Dam. Not quite as romantic.

12/31/01 Little Tokyo

Lost & Found: Odd One Out

I adore this picture. It should be in the dictionary next to the definition of "contrast". It's a fairly large photo, so it comes to no surprise that it practically leaped out at me from the pile. All that sea of severe solemnity and in the middle of it the cherub-faced child. And that's not all; everyone of those ladies - and few gentlemen - have character, and hat to match! I just wish I knew what was the occasion.

Lost & Found: A Bird In A Hand

This image is a minor vernacular masterpiece. When I fished it out of the pile of old photos at the flea market I went "now, that's interesting". It would've been easy to miss, since the actual print is quite small.