L.A. Parking Lot

Drink of the Week: Iced coffee with a shot of espresso.

Century City

Stairs

3:28 a.m.

there was too much
way
way
too much

caffeine

in that green tea.

Wheatgrass Juice

It may or may not be a detoxifier or a cancer-killer but it is a complete food, with 90 different minerals, 19 amino acids, all the B vitamins, plus C, E and K. 'More iron than spinach, more protein than meat.' And the slice of orange knocks out the bitter aftertaste. I drank two ounces at ten o'clock this morning.

And that was the last non-lazy thing I did all day.

(Not true. I did laundry, went to Trader Joes and the Post Office, made BBQ chicken in my crockpot, watered my tomato plants, got my taxes straightened out (screwed up by H&R Block) and made a big pitcher of green tea because its 100 goddam degrees in Los Angeles today.)

At My Desk With Coffee (#9)

The new Leonard Cohen documentary I'm Your Man is not great but there was one performer who I had never heard before - Antony - and I can't get his voice or performance out of my head. A little bit more fey than Bryan Ferry but in this film he seemed absolutely genuine. I'm learning (from Napster) that Antony and The Johnsons have been around for almost five years. An entire cd of that voice might be too much, however. The other bright spot to the movie was Rufus Wainwright singing "Hallelujah". The late Jeff Buckely also does a great version which, as you may recall, was used to great effect in West Wing several seasons ago.

Sunset Over Pacific Coast Highway

Sunrise On Hollywood Blvd.

The Four Barbies

Goat cheese. Sounds awful, tastes delicious. Who knew?

I think I made a mistake watching Be Here To Love Me, a documentary on the very messy life of Townes Van Zandt, before becoming more familiar with his music directly.

The other night I saw God Of Hell by Sam Sheppard. Sam's really pissed that Americans have restorted to torture and he gives you a very graphic lesson in what it looks like. In fact, a handful of people walked out.

I've been too lazy to post my very own Ken Lay joke but here it is:

Enron Corp. founder and former Chief Executive Ken Lay, who was convicted in May for his role in the Houston-based company's downfall, died on Wednesday at his vacation home in Colorado.

His family said he had been complaining of not having enough energy but, tragically, they didn't believe him.

Fair At MacArthur Park

If you sent sent me a birthday card or called me or stopped by my desk or took me to breakfast or lunch or dinner or gave me a cd or dvd or book or magazine or if anytime this year you helped me with my photos or my blog or gave me any kind of good advice about anything or called me when I was sick with those damn kidney stones, thanks.

My 15 Gigabytes Of Fame

Yesterday The Jimson Weed Gazette was chosen to be profiled on KNBC News Digital as an example of what blogging in LA is all about. It consisted of a live (live) telephone interview with "House At Midnight" as an example of my work and, by extension, what a blog is capable of. Although I haven't seen it yet (does KNBC Digital turn itself off on the weekends?), my friends tell me I'm wise, witty and wonderful, incorporating many salient points, both personal and universal, regarding the past, present and future of blogging in Los Angeles. How I managed this in a thirty second interview is beyond me.