Wednesday, June 4, 2014

how to fall in love with los angeles

Reprint here from Nowhere magazine, June 4, 2014.

1. In the morning, early into summer, jog lightly down to Culver City Park. As you wait for the light to change, smile at the magician having promotional photos taken behind the bushes framing the entrance sign, proudly defying honking commuters and rubbernecking dog-walkers as he furls the red polyester lining of his cape dramatically around his face. Note his air of mystery before breakfast, and his impressive top hat.

Thursday, November 7, 2013

laird's comments rash, unfair

Repost from, November 7, 2013. Image courtesy Luis Firmo/Red Bull Content Pool. Took a whole lotta shit for this...

Last week, in a rare moment, big-wave surfing made mainstream headlines. Brazilian surfer Carlos Burle's ride on what's being debated as a 100-foot wave grabbed the world's attention first, but the horrifying wipeout of his tow partner, Maya Gabeira, ignited equal amounts of discussion from all corners of the surfing world. Even famed big-wave pro Laird Hamilton jumped into the fray, talking to CNN on Oct. 28 to voice his opinions on the subject.

Monday, February 8, 2010

urban legend (in the making): pro skateboarder lyn-z adams hawkins

As published in Eastside magazine, winter 2009. Thanks to Peter Morning for the gorgeous photo.

Living spitting distance from a range as grand as the Sierra, we’re a bit spoiled when it comes to athletic celebrity. In fact, with so much talent packed into our modest eastern nook, there’s a good chance that one of the folks in line behind you at the post office last Tuesday has a medal or two hanging over the fireplace.

Friday, May 8, 2009

covering the WCI, or Why Contests Irritate (Me)

Last week I got roped into doing a contest wrap-up for ESPN Snowboarding. Since this was more a favor for an old friend than a dream assignment, I carefully laid out my stipulations in advance: I would do this only if I didn't have to produce any "real" contest coverage (i.e., lame-ass Maddenesque play-by-plays), that what I did turn in could be heavy on the bitter, that the $10 cover for the after-party shenanigans be reimbursable, and that said friend/editor not forget this agreement come Monday morning.


It's so depressing.

"That's right!" beamed the Windows Live Team via e-mail this morning. "It's been roughly a decade since you registered your Hotmail® account, and we just want to say thank you."

It's not that I'm ashamed to have stuck with my Hotmail account for 10 progressively shittier years, but that I have been "with" Hotmail approximately 10 times longer than I was "with" most of my ex-boyfriends.

Then again, Microsoft did send me an anniversary card, which is more than I can say for 97% of my former suitors. Bastards.

Monday, September 22, 2008

30 is the new 60

Back in March I visited my P.O. box daily, eagerly anticipating a flood of cards containing money, checks, and "a little something" to commemorate that most monumental of birthdays, the 30th.

Sure, I got some bucks. But I also got this sharp kick to the shins:

I'm not really sure if I can say much more. It's old news, sure. But then again, apparently, so am I.

Wednesday, September 17, 2008

"he did this."

Tromping through and disfiguring, rather than following in, Gore's footsteps: Ladies and gentlemen, John McCain, inventor of the Internet BlackBerry.