Tag Archives: Food
Mashed Potatoes
The cost and implications of changing the viaduct to an overpass was studied, committeed, investigated, briefed, rebudgeted, open-housed and town-halled ad infinitum, with no decisive conclusion ever drawn. So, like any good idea over-thought, nothing was done or changed; the dip remained a legacy to bureaucratic indecisiveness that cost Utahans in every storm ever since. Ultimately, we– the men and women looking at the accident from the embankment on the side– made the decision not to fix the flooded viaduct in front of us. We would not fund the fix, nor force the nameless, faceless, spineless pen pushers to be responsible and do the right thing. Continue reading
Can’t Quite Go Home Again
I have no real drive to smoke this cigarette at all, but I smoke it anyway. It tastes good, and I can feel the power of the nicotine coursing through my veins. I like it, it feels great, it feels like old times. I am scared because I like it so much. Bonnie comes over to me and offers me a cigarette. I decide to grab one for later… in fact, I grab two. Bonnie is surprised. Continue reading
Light ‘em Up
There was an exterior shot of the Batmobile coming around a corner and stopping– that was hot over there on the back lot. And then Bruce Wayne’s office was shot on the stage. We looked at the set on the video. It was a dark set, with a messy desk and a lot of hand-written sticky notes all over. Continue reading
Planes, Naan and 58 Chevys
Topanga Airport has it’s field and all the gates to be all open air. The climate is nice enough here; this is Southern California, after all. Lisa and I are game for adventure, so we decide to try the new airport out and see how it runs. We walk up to the ticketing agent for Southwest and ask to purchase tickets to Las Vegas… Continue reading
