- Gillian: No! No football! It's July!
- Me: Packers training camp starts tomorrow. And then it's two weeks until the preseason. And then four more weeks until the season starts.
- Gillian: So there's only six weeks until --
- Me: Football is back.
- Gillian (realizing the offseason is too short): Winter is coming.
"As long as you believe Alison is still manipulating the group, Hanna’s thinly veiled contempt is a riot. ‘Hanna knows what Hanna means’ should be the House Marin words. All of her sarcasm at Mrs. Fields’ sadly cookie-less dinner was spot-on. The fact that she’s outwardly ready to sever ties with Alison is vindicating. She hiccupped in her resolve after Caleb tried to verbally muscle Ali and Ali gives Hanna an earful about it, but that might’ve been less about catering to Ali’s neediness and more about how Hanna doesn’t like to be hassled. By anything, ever.
Now, with that being said, if you believe that Alison has even an ounce of respect for her friends, that her poured-thick apologies and revelations are in any way true, and/or that her old-school/new-flavor HBIC attitude is merely a facade to fend off weaker foes, then Ali’s advice for Hanna to avoid Caleb is pretty sage. He’s in a bad way right now, and maybe the two openly self-destructive characters on this show shouldn’t Sid-and-Nancy it up just yet. But they’re just so darn cute together. He’s the most ‘unmistake’ thing in her life!”
- Pretty Little Liars “The Silence of E. Lamb” Review: An Old Friend for Dinner (by me, the ‘darn cute’ thing chalked up to late-night writing whims of fancy) via @tvdotcom
City proclamation welcoming Operation Save America “issued in error,” says Landrieu spokesman
Best of Downtown LA, As Voted By People Who Care
The annual Downtown News Readers’ Choice Awards for downtown Los Angeles is always in exercise in patience. It’s full of chain restaurants and seeming ignorance to what certain categories actually mean (MORTON’S IS NOT FINE DINING). Reading them aloud makes your voice ascend in incredulity with each entry. Below are a few of the Readers’ Choice picks and our (me and professionallush) choices if we had more of say in the matter than a couple of votes drowning in the sea of 9-5ers and people seemingly too scared to eat at a place with fewer than 50 locations.
Protect Your Sheets
When I read a blurb in Creative Loafing Atlanta (and a link to the WSB story: http://m.wsbtv.com/news/news/local/kkk-flyers-appearing-cars-atlanta-neighborhoods/ngfNt/) about Klansmen distributing flyers around in-town neighborhoods (which has a more heterogeneous population than the “white flighted” suburbs), I thought, “Are the racists so dumb in my adopted hometown that they can’t even recruit properly? Also, how are Klansmen still around? Haven’t we properly maligned them in media enough to make them reevaluate things and take stock of their lives?” I thought it could only happen in the South. Of course they still have a contingent banging around the Metro area. It started in Stone Mountain after all.
Then I read this in LAist: http://laist.com/2014/07/18/kkk_group_doesnt_know_its_audience.php
Sigh. Ignorance knows no region. And seems to be following me. Sorry.
I came back from that holiest of waves
remade, refreshed as any new tree is,
renewed, refreshed with foliage anew,
pure and prepared to rise towards the stars.
Emily, however, is trying to sniff out Mona, like Mona is the danger. Emily was so convinced that Shana was A that Mona has to be the one donning the black hood again. She went so far as to accost Paige in the locker room to name names. And that’s what Emily called it, naming names. Like she’s a government commission rooting out Communists. She’s a sad McCarthy. The problem is that, for us as an audience, Mona’s Heroes don’t even stink as a red herring. Yes, they mean to get rid of Ali by most means necessary. But Mona has proven she’s not a killer. If Lady Vanderwaal was at the level where Alison is so toxic to Rosewood that going full Punisher on her was the right thing to do, she would’ve done it. And the most condemning evidence to Emily’s theory: Mona’s already told us that she doesn’t have to hide anymore. And that’s the truth, Ruth.
Today’s Hulu Movie Night offering is The Secret of My Success. Watch it today for free here.
Whenever HBO or Showtime would have a free preview weekend, my dad would buy a brick of blank VHS tapes and just record anything that remotely interested him. The Secret of My Success was one of the movies he ended up watching over and over again.
I’d watch it with him, even though I was maybe seven or eight. I don’t know if you’ve ever seen it, but there are some borderline inappropriate scenes (I learned the second entendre of “getting a leg up” before knowing the first in the afterglow of a cougar pouncing on MJFox) and the basic premise of the movie has a lot to do with the business of hostile takeovers and shareholders. Not exactly fodder for an elementary school student.
But it wasn’t rocket science. The more shares you own, the more of a company you own, the more you can control the company. I caught on when I was watching it. I remember my dad asking me, “Do you understand what’s going on?” And I said, “Yeah.” And my dad called my mom into the room, “Hey, hon. Nick says he understands what’s going on in this movie.” She came in and asked me. And I felt embarrassed that I knew. So I stayed quiet, shy, stopped responding to my mother’s questions. She walked away.
What I’m trying to say is that not asserting myself there haunts me still today and that I’m not just a pretty face. Also, I love this movie.
A man who had been thrown out of a downtown club for having too much to drink commandeered his friend’s car and wound up plowing through parks cars and a parklet, injuring three people.
This is all upsetting, from the fact that this (allegedly) drunk guy was able to (allegedly) take his friends car and (factually) crash into a public space. Hopefully the three people injured recover fully and the parklet can be rebuilt.
The other upsetting thing from this article is the always-whiny DTLA Facebook page members complaining that the parklets set themselves up for this kind of thing because they’re in the flow of traffic. Though it seems to me that on an average day, the parklets would be an easy-enough obstacle to avoid.
It’s been a tough go for pedestrians, particularly in DTLA. Sure, there’s Ciclavia but, until the last few events, there’d barely been any attention paid to the walking folks in favor of the bicycling kind (and, even now, the shared space feels dangerous with people zipping around and pedestrians forced to the sidewalk — which isn’t much of an event for the walking public, really).
This is also on the heels of the much ballyhooed effort by the LAPD to ticket jaywalkers, which amounted to waiting for any pedestrian that stepped into the crosswalk the moment the red hand started its countdown, with $250 fines (about as much as a driver rolling through a stop sign). LAPD Central Division also released what amounts to a “fact and fiction” video regarding pedestrian safety enforcement, though the message of the video seems to be a warning that those walking and cycling are subject to the wild, uncontrollable chaos of cars (with unqualified statistics about pedestrian collisions not noting who was at fault in those accidents).
It seems to mistake “urban density” as a term that refers to lots of traffic and not about population in general. As someone that grew up in North Fulton County near Atlanta, I can tell you that a lot of cars can fill eight-lane roads in what is urban density’s polar opposite, suburban sprawl. Cars have nothing to do with density.
The carless of Los Angeles, even in dense areas with plenty of foot traffic, have been getting a lot of decent political attention lately (Garcetti being on the Metro board) but that hasn’t necessarily translated into advantages for pedestrians, at least if my experiences running on the streets of DTLA, Chinatown, Koreatown, Little Tokyo, and the Arts District are any indication. And, as it turns out, in the experience of others, too. And, in some places, it’s also become controversial for bike lanes to go up because it would cost drivers an average of 45 seconds. People are arguing pedestrian and cycling safety so they can get home less than a minute faster.
Cars aren’t the future. Sorry, people that love the idea of LA being this bastion of car culture where you think you have to have a motor vehicle in order to survive here. One, it’s not true. I’ve never driven here and the city has yet to eat me alive. Two, it’s a terrible proposition. Encouraging pedestrians is better for the environment, arguably better for small businesses (foot traffic, local specialization, community, etc), and, if you trust the "eyes on the street" theory, safer in several aspects.
No one should have to get rid of their cars. But, in the city, maybe we should be thinking about how we should stop leaning on them as a crutch for mobility. Because when it comes to a ton of metal careening through the streets at 30mph or 200lbs of fleshy human moving at 3mph, the problem usually isn’t pedestrian.
My belabored point is this: I’m exhausted by the attitude of a lot of people in this city, from the average citizen to higher up on the political food chain, that it’s somehow the pedestrian’s fault that cars hit them. I can’t excuse the walking public that break the laws (like those that race across the street at a yellow light or stand in the road where there is no crosswalk). But don’t tell me that the people in the parklet were voluntarily dancing with danger because a public space extended into an unusable lane of the street. You want pedestrians, City of Los Angeles. Stop enabling the untamed metal beasts that roam your streets.