Can I laugh at myself yet?

Can I just preface this blog entry by noting that I'm very tired. I'm 43 minutes into my bedtime, and I just finished a very interesting email. I'm sure I'll spill the beans so - but until then - you all can just live in suspense.

Whatever - not a big deal.

In any case, I have to tell you that over the weekend Alex and I headed up to Dodger Stadium to see if there were any new seats that we would like to have for the season. I didn't think I would want to change seats, but it's that time of year when I really miss baseball.

I don't like basketball, football, soccer, tennis, ice skating.... Okay, I do like the X Games, but that's only because of the increased likelihood of a massive crash that breaks 10 bones in one's body.

I like baseball. I like the pace of the game, the pickle...oh wait - I already had this conversation with you.

I think I've also had the "I'm so conflicted about a Yankee coaching our team" conversation too. Have I had the "are you looooooonelyyyyyyyyyyy for Loney" talk yet? No - I didn't think so.

I'll record it one day and post it here.

You know what I like about baseball - it's truely a team sport. Yes, the pitcher does a lot of the work, but if Pitcher's having an off day, he's got 7 other guys backing him up...and that's just ON THE FIELD! Off the field, sure there's youngsters gunning for his spot on the roster, but at the end of the day, they are all working towards getting that win. They are all looking to stop the double play, they are all looking for the bunt opportunity to advance the baserunner.

And, that's how I work. It's no secret - Green Party, Neighborhood Council...I'm not looking for an individual win, I'm looking for the Team win. We want a park, we want world peace...I think these are both achievable things. Okay...some pictures and then I go to bed. I've got things to do tomorrow... You do too!

OMG - I'm so tired.

View from our seats, during a game:









View from Loge:









And, the view from the dugout - WOW it's overwhelming




The Cruise

Alex took me on a cruise this weekend. We left Friday morning and got home this afternoon. It was on Carnival...and we took it for two reasons: 1) Noisy Neighbor was set for a big party on Saturday; 2) We heard "things" about Carnival and wanted to see if it was true.

**Enter Snobby Ginny**

These "things" about Carnival focus on the bad sterotypes of Mid-westerners (or Inland Empire Residents), drunken college students, large families, and very old people.

I didn't like the food, or the food options. The boat was cold (yes, it was cold outside, but seriously), the room was cold, the spa was barely warm.

The spa staff rocked. However, the steam room had steamed oatmeal (or something that resembled oatmeal) on the seats. Once that was cleaned, then someone had to start the steam room, which took a while. The sauna was working...

On Friday Alex saw these kids wearing t-shirts that said "Social Justice Weekend".... After slowly and painfully explaining it had nothing to do with true "Social Justice" but rather Justice for their Social activities for the weekend. So, the front had their nicknames on the front of the shirt: Sarge, Geek, Desperate, and more.... College students are more resourceful than ever (But, I think they have more financial resources too).

During the second day of the cruise, most of the people got off the boat to go visit Ensenada. We stayed on the boat to enjoy the spa, maybe the pool, and some over all peace and quiet. People had to be back on the boat by 5:30 p.m. So - at 5 p.m. there was a slow and steady stream of drunken tourists made their way back to the boat. Everywhere I turned it seemed like someone was getting off the elevator at the wrong floor, and stumbling to get back in.

In the buffet area, the drunken people were living it up on their Bud Light, and pizza buffet. Cracked me up.

But, the topper for the weekened in the sense of things that just aren't right....
We were getting ready to get off the boat, and a multi-generational family was right in front of us. A woman pushing a stroller. It was the SUV-type stroller that had everything on it...cup holder for Mom, bottle holder for the little boy. The little boy was playing with items his mom had given him...beer bottle caps. YES BEER BOTTLE CAPS, and the kid was playing with them like they were the coolest thing since sliced bread.

The irony, there was another family, with a little boy about the same size...not in a stroller...but very low key, just looking at the whole world passing by.

So, I'm off to the Dramastage-Qumran Theater. Don't be late! I don't know if I'll make the whole show... I'm kind of tired.

Not a Kotkin-ite, but I've met the guy

I love to tell people that I had Joel Kotkin as a professor at Pepperdine*. It was an interesting class, we read mostly his books. There were three of us (I think there weren't that many) in the class, and the topics were very close to what he continues to write about today.

The thing that cracks me up, is that I know live downtown in a loft. Seemingly the one thing Professor Kotkin says is a dying trend...or at least a risky one at that.

If I ran into him again, I wonder if 1) he'd remember me (I like to think I'm unforgettable, but...); 2) he'd be willing to engage in that conversation about downtown/urban renassaince; 3) we could have that conversation about how the nerdistand is holding up during the morgage and credit crunch.


*And, just to wrap this all up...it's true. I went to an enjoyable lefty undergrad, and now you see I went to an enjoyable righty graduate program. Which - obviously partly accounts for my very interesting social and political views. (Hence the previous post about the GP Presidential Debate)

Green Party Presidential Debates





























And, if you feel compelled...there's Ralph - who showed up late. Seriously, consider retirement...no one will think bad of you.

National Parks in the middle of the city?

On my drive home I've been passing these signs that include the web address Islands of LA

It's taken me a couple of round trips to actually pull up the website, but now I see - and I'm happy!

Islands around LA serve as traffic barriers, rest areas, provide shade, and oh yea...provide a great location for produce sales. (And, bottled water sales in the summer)

This is the Island that I pass:

My New Year's Post From BlogDowntown

We were invited to a party in Mid-Wilshire, and we arrived home at about 1 a.m.

When we entered into our building, here's what happened next:

1) The lobby was full of obviously underaged drunken college students. I say obvious because the words of "duuuuuuuude" and "Oh, I'm so druuuuuuuuunk" flowed much like the cheap beer from the 2nd and 3rd floors.

2) The elevator door opened and a woman emerged having just puked all over the elevator floor, and she covered her mouth looking like round two was just below her tonsils.

3) Rather than head up the puked in elevator, Alex and I headed for the stairs. However, we had to wait for a short time as a group of twenty-somethings headed down, all helping each other...all saying the same thing as #1 (referencing dude and I'm so....)

4) As we headed up the stairs, we stopped at the third floor because we wanted to see what was making so much noise in the lightwell. It look like the loft off to the left had been turned into a Boston Pub, a full stage, band, and audience was in full force.

5) We got up to our loft, put on pajamas, watched a little Law and Order.

6) At 3 a.m., our next door neighbor's party was in full swing. The music was so loud our pictures rattled.

7) At 4:20 a.m. we called the building security. They came up stairs, asked the neighbors to turn down their stereo. That lasted all of ten minutes.

8) At 4:40 a.m. we called the police to report an excessive noise complaint.

9) at 5:01 a.m. the police arrived, knocked on the neighbor's door, and announced the party to be over.

10) at 5:30 a.m. the music volume went up again.

The neighbor's stereo is still loud (and its 2 p.m.) and you can even hear the conversations next door. We've contacted our building management well over 10 times about this, and yet...the new neighbor's still playing his loud music.

I'm tired and a bit cranky.