Category Archives: Los Angeles

random June thoughts

In LA there’s a “season” called June gloom, which is basically cloudy days with cool temperatures. For locals the lack of constant sun can turn someone into a depressed person, as if they are severely deficient in Vitamin D and moping about as if the world is ending.

Personally, I love the June gloom. The temps are comfortable enough to leave windows open and the clouds keep the sun from frying my skin. The sun in SoCal is rather intense.

Yet, like the rest of this year, it’s been abnormal weather, for good (with the extra rain) and maybe bad (a sunny, hot June). Perhaps this year will simply not be normal.

This makes me want to go to a cloudy and cool place. Maybe Portland? It’s on my list of places to go.

I also randomly want to eat a lot of wheat products like ramen noodles, croissants, and bread. I also want to go to Paris but I think it’s actually hot there too.

But honestly, I am in the best place to be right now. I love LA.

I watched the rest of the first season of The Grand Tour on Amazon Prime. When the show originally premiered I watched the first couple episodes and thought it was terrible, which is terrible to say about these three brilliant car freaks. I stopped watching.

Then, after I saw a news story of one of the hosts getting into a serious but non life-threatening accident, I decided to watch another episode. Turns out the show gets better towards the end. It’s still got parts I really don’t care for or are completely stupid, but overall I’m a fan again.

buy and sell

Today I walked into Buffalo Exchange with bag of clothes, hoping to get something for things I haven’t worn in a long time. There was a line, with mostly skater guys, which surprised me, but maybe it shouldn’t since it’s LA and skaters + fashion is a real thing. I wondered if anything from my closet would be considered trendy enough for the store.

Turns out only a few items were, mostly plaid and striped shirts, and I now had store credit. I browsed and found two pairs of designer jeans that would be $100-200 each brand new that I got with store credit and only paid 12 bucks for. It seemed like a good trade off. Jeans I would never buy with their huge price tag I now own and am becoming more trendy than ever. Who am I?

hole-y denim

A trend in denim jeans is having holes in them. Depending on your age, you may immediately think of the 80s-90s where holes in jeans were cool, just like big hair.

I never got into the trend of holes in jeans unless it was made naturally through normal wear and tear. Plus they cost more to have someone to cut the holes in fashionably appropriate places. So that’s a hard pass for me.

Until…I went to a clothing swap.

I was looking for some new-to-me jeans and wasn’t having much luck on finding anything that seemed remotely like my style. Towards the end of the swap I was willing to look again at the denim piles and saw these 1969 Gap jeans in really good condition. As I turned the pair around, I saw the holes and thought it was a so-close-but-no-cigar pair. But, as I said, it was toward the end of the swap and I needed to find new jeans. So I just took them home without trying them on.

I put them on and found they fit perfectly. The holes were kind of annoying and I figured I would wear them casually, in the level of formality above joggers and below jeans with no ripped anything.

But they were so comfortable and the right shade of blue that I ended up wearing them often. What made the jeans truly mine is when I got compliments on the jeans, for the holes. Suddenly, I was cool. And I’ll take that anytime. No need to reject a compliment on being fashionable.

So now I am trendy with ripped jeans. I never would have bought them in a store, and I probably never will. In that sense I am still me and that will never change.

Joggers and ripped jeans. Who am I becoming?

bread

Last time I talked about nutritional yeast; today will be about bread.

Mmmmmmmm…bread. I like bread. I love bread. All kinds, like plain ol’ white bread, wheat bread, hot dog bread, hamburger bread, artisan bread, baguettes, ciabatta, sourdough, flatbread, cornbread. And all the other varieties you like, I probably like too.

But I can’t eat these delicious breads because of the wheat factor. Darnit. Oh, but you can eat cornbread, can’t you? It’s made from corn, not wheat.

Not totally true. Even cornbread has more wheat flour than cornmeal in it. It’s actually a combo of wheat and corn. There’s the rub!

So I look at bread from afar and try to remember the texture and taste of just-toasted bread. The crunchy crust, the melting of butter on warm toast, the smell of baked goodness, the chewy middle.

The latest season of Netflix’s Chef’s Table has an episode for a local chef known for founding La Brea Bakery. The bread there is very good, even though it’s all industrialized now. But the episode is a lovely story about food and a person’s love for making something extraordinary out of something ordinary.

If I had the work ethic of a chef, I might have been a chef, but the reality is that I like to eat food more than making food. And when it comes to bread, I have to look at it and not eat it. Sad, but not sad.

The great thing about today is the variety of wheat alternatives available. If this was 10 years ago and I knew I couldn’t handle wheat, then it would have been sad. But then, maybe I would have become a chef, having to make my own wheat alternatives? I might have been a lot healthier back then, too. Now we’ll never know, and it really doesn’t matter.

athleisure

Wearing sweatpants in public is a crime in my book of fashion law unless you are actually exercising. And usually you don’t exercise in malls if you are under 60 years old (although there’s always exceptions).

However, things all changed a couple years ago when I was at H&M and saw these baggy elastic-band pants on sale. I needed lounge clothes (i.e. clothes you don’t wear in public) and they were cheap and looked comfy. I tried them on and I was instantly hooked by the comfort and the appeal of not being overly flashy, which meant I could discreetly be fashionable at home. Two benefits for the price of one!

Later on I learned that they were not pants at all, but they were called “joggers.” But I wasn’t jogging in them. Before I knew what they were I had gone on some errands in the baggy comfy pants because the pants were sold in the section of clothes to be worn in public, not the loungewear section. Then I discovered that they were “joggers” and were basically modified sweatpants to be more fashionable than functional. I was duped into wearing sweatpants in public and didn’t even know it.

Then I found out that joggers were part of a larger fashion trend called “athleisure” and I was already a part of it. I did once wear my workout clothes to Costco and felt very self-conscious about it all day. I felt terribly guilty of a fashion crime and was waiting to get a ticket in violation of wearing inappropriate clothing: wrong clothes in the wrong place.

Then I realized the world had gone athleisure and nobody was complaining except me to myself. Then I decided to embrace it, not because the context and clothing matched, but because joggers are so darn comfortable.

Now I have a few pairs of joggers with interesting pockets and cuffs thanks to H&M and feel very fashionable. However, I do have a pair of straight-up sweatpants that I will never wear outside the house or outside of an exercise environment.

Except for today, when I wore my sweatpants in the rainstorm of all the past seven years of rainstorms in LA. Give me a ticket.

deluge

Previously: snow. Today: rain.

The California drought is over. Everyone thought El Nino would take care of that last year, but it ended up being just like another dry winter.

Then, this year is the year of the deluge of rain. So much rain it reminded me of Paris, where the winter rains are so freaking dreary, cold, and miserable. It’s better to have cold snowy weather instead of cold rainy weather.

But so much rain has come, with days of very heavy rain, that I think every house in the state has shifted a little with the drenched earth affecting foundations. And roof leaks. I had rainwater leaking from my AC vent onto my bed. It was great to wake up at 3am to a wet bed and floor. Luckily it wasn’t over my head but at the foot of the bed and the bed wasn’t drenched yet. Soon afterwards I bought a waterproof mattress cover because even if the handyman fixed the leak, it wasn’t guaranteed.

And then it rained hard again. And I was okay. How nice to be dry, warm, and snug in bed on a cold rainy day!

Then the leak came back. The rain was too much. At least I was ready and the mattress was dry. The bed frame was also dry because I wrapped it in plastic wrap, so no danger of warping wood or rusting metal.

Then the leak was fixed again, but there hasn’t been heavy rain since the second leak, only showers that seem like wimpy showers compared to the leak-inducing downpours of this year.

I thought the rain would finally let up and any rain now would be the quiet, peaceful showers of drought years past. But then I saw the forecast and it’s going to rain again. It might be the heavy stuff again.

Again, I’ll be ready with plastic-wrapped bed, large bucket, and plastic sheeting.

Just FYI, I do some light editing of my posts, but I’m not going to try that hard. So sorry if tenses are mixed or there’s repeat words that indicate I need a thesaurus, or I don’t use my commas right, or whatever.

wrapping

Previously: necks. Today: scarves

The best thing about winter is wearing scarves. I don’t recall wearing or owning a scarf until I lived on the east coast, where the wind is bitterly cold and the snowfall can get inside your coat unless all entry points between coat and skin are closed off with overlapping warm clothing.

It was so cold I had to wear a scarf. It wasn’t for fashion. I think I had a plain green fleece scarf from the Gap that was very functional but lacked style. I didn’t care; when you are freezing cold after walking in the snow all you care about is if something works well or not. Fleece worked really well.

I even had to buy earmuffs, but I refused to wear the old-school type of the headphones style. Instead, I had seen other people wearing these earmuffs that looked more techie, like a fleece for your ears. So I admit that when it came to ears, I wanted to be fashionable.

At least they were fleece, so I matched, sort of.

And I had to wear leather gloves. Any glove that’s just fabric is useless in snowy weather.

But perhaps most importantly, I had to wear wool socks. Because if your feet are cold, you are miserable and if your feet are frozen, you can’t walk. If you can’t walk, you are stuck in the snow. And if you’re stuck, you will get frostbite. And then you can lose your toes or your feet. Just because you didn’t want to pay a little extra for woolly socks. And they must be SmartWool socks.

But now I live in the land of mild climate, and I wear a scarf for fashion first, function second. Ear warmers are not necessary, fabric gloves are actually practical, and I’m happy with not having to drive on black ice, scraping a frozen windshield, or digging my car out of a pile of snow.

goodbye 2016, hello 2017

The year is finally coming to a close. It’s been a good year but I wouldn’t have known it without doing a retrospective. I usually look back on what I did the last year and I did a lot of new things this year, like take an improv class. Cool things like see two bands I’ve wanted to see for years. Write and release a second poetry book. Take a screenwriting class.

This year has been a setup year for the future, for 2017. Tomorrow is the beginning for bigger and better, higher and greater, awesome and amazing.

the office party

This must be the week of the office party; I’ve never seen so much cheese and dairy products in a shopping cart as I have this week. I’ve also never seen so many carts filled with stuff to the max.

One person at Whole Foods had so much cheese! Block after block of cheese placed on the checkout counter. And each block of cheese had to be $10 minimum, so this was a fancy office party. And four gallons of milk. And all sort of other stuff like crackers and other snackage.

I called up a company for some customer service and I got a message saying the office was closed for their holiday party. Perhaps I can’t get any answers today.

On a random food-related note, I saw chocolate brandy beans at Trader Joe’s.

haircut, egg rolls, and Rex

Yesterday was a series of ups and downs, but I’ll talk about the ups of the day, which was getting a haircut by my stylist in her kitchen. She calls them “kitchen cuts,” which is just me sitting in the middle of her kitchen on a regular dining chair. We chatted away and I mentioned the egg rolls I am currently obsessed with. She then mentioned that her roommate made egg rolls earlier that day and could sample them, which I of course did (they were very, very good).

Also included in my kitchen cut was her dog, Rex, a little chihuahua that barked and barked but I was okay with that. He saw me in the kitchen and then proceeded to eat his dog bowl clean while I watched.

Then, suddenly my haircut was done, and she always does a great job. Looking in the mirror made my day better, having a “new” look for the next season.