Monday, September 26, 2016

debate preparation

We can only assume that Moth had her head stuck in the milk foamer (again) in order to take in plenty of protein to give herself stamina (stamina! a characteristic possessed in spades by HRC!) for watching tonight's debate.  That debate was the most extraordinary presidential debate I've seen in my life.  Of course HRC won, hands down, looking presidential, prepared, knowledgable, and with a sense of humor.  But look at Breitbart; look at realdonaldtrump tweets, etc etc - and we're told that the orange cheeto won, with his (small) hands down - interruptions, vagueness, shiftiness, sniffs, grimaces, and all.  Of course I want to think - that's it!  she's nailed it!  But I'm not going to stop holding my breath (or stop sending the money, stop talking the talk) until November 9th.

Sunday, September 25, 2016

a drooping pod

This one's in our front yard - drooping because it's a ripe seed pod, but just about everything else, including me, is drooping in the heat ...

Saturday, September 24, 2016

strange flower

sometimes, the foliage round the 'hood when we're taking our daily walks can be very strange. But it's part of the ongoing entertainment.  All those Los Feliz hills are very healthy, and one can also check out all the houses for sale and being modified - a constant source of conversational (and doubtless financial) speculation.

Friday, September 23, 2016

to the beach

This is very cool ... with the full opening of the Metro Line, to be able to take a train from campus (platform, left) and be at Santa Monica Beach (right) in just about 40 stress free minutes.  And then come back to campus, after lunch ...

Thursday, September 22, 2016

the art of the junction box

We were over in Glendale this morning (Alice had to get her car serviced; I suggested that we have breakfast at Porto, the Cuban cafe/pastry shop, and very good it was, too).  Glendale is prime Armenian territory - often encountered as cab drivers, sometimes with very interesting stories about political corruption - but, apart from stores offering to send money to Armenia for you (doubtless at some rip-off rate), and Armenian churches, and some Armenian restaurants (definitely due for exploration), its Armenian-ness is not always easy to locate, even if (in terms of the people one encounters), it's also pervasive.  So it was excellent to encounter these painted junction boxes on Brand/Lexington!

a charming abstract composition?

well, no.  It's a picture that I took to illustrate - for the neighbors - where a sewage pipe was spewing out - well, sewage - that was running down onto our back yard.  Photography as Evidence.  The realities of hillside living.  I'd gone out to water the plants, and was surprised, to put it mildly, to seeing foaming, sudsy water flowing towards me.  So - one stepladder, one climb into the undergrowth later, and the obscure image was ready to be sent off in a neighborly email.

Tuesday, September 20, 2016

a welcome back

... a welcome back orchid on my desk from Alice: or, to put it another way, on a day of dull cloud, when I seemed to be super-busy much of the time (memo to self: I am on leave, however tempting it is being back among colleagues and graduates), I turn, in a well-worn ritual, to whatever's most immediately at hand in order to provide a picture for the day.