Area City Totally Like Manhattan Now

A reliable source has revealed to me the following facts about the Costa Mesa City Planning Commission:

  1. The area around the Lab and Camp nouveau malls is now known as SOBECA for the “South on Bristol Entertainment, Culture, and Arts” district. I’m sorry if you just spewed your coffee. I’ll wait a sec here while you mop up. Okay, ready? The website for this conceit is http://www.sobeca.net/ and you’re welcome!
  2. West 19th Street, home to numerous carnicerias, a lawnmower repair shop, a Smart & Final, one two rock ‘n’ roll bars, and a few good restaurants is now to be known as the “19 West District”. I think this weekend I’ll stop by Alejandro’s drive through and hand out corsages and/or cummerbunds to the customers that say “19 West” on them in Swarowski Crystal.

limehouse by the sea

The line of fog and sun today was right at Newport and Hospital Road. At 4 pm I drove into it at 40 mph and immediately the temperature dropped ten degrees and I was visiting a socked-in fishing village to get my neuroelectrics adjusted.

Two hours later, I’m in my car in the D’s parking lot and this time the fog is inside my head, too.

The cake said “eat me” and the bottle said “drink me”. Everything’s been different since I did.

HEY!!

Hey!! Someone found a new tomb in the Egyptian Valley of the Kings for the first time since Tut in 1922!!

Hey!! The Scottish Parliament has a page in the hilarious pidgin known as “Scots”!! (Hooanever, at present we can tak telephone and textphone caws in English and Gaelic juist.)

Hey!! Don’t do this with a ladder during that home improvement project!!

Hey!! Get some get up ‘n’ go by putting some buckshot in your face!!

Hey!! Don’t be the one who has to clean out this very odd vending machine!!

Hey!! Don’t worry, everything is under control! We’re just surreptitiously draining this gigantic lake over here!!

SO YOU’VE FOUND A GIRL WHO BUYS 2% MILK

Tori Amos is a tremendous talent. Great singer, great songwriter. Love ‘er! However, her raging success in the 1990s was not without collateral damage. Supermarket muzak now consists almost entirely of women singers with that little-girl voice, backed by pianos and acoustic guitars, singing yearningly about their yearning to yearn. It’s dreck. Somehow I imagine Ms. Amos driving around in her car or going to the Stop ‘n’ Slop and hearing Sixpence Nun and the Michelles trying for a sound somewhere between hers and the Sundays and being blithering idiots, and she slams her Super Big Burp down on the cupholder and yells “Fuck.. FUCKING FUCK!”

I hope she does! Because i do.

Get back in the wagon, kids, we’re going to Farrell’s

K Car Woody Wagon

About 30% of my childhood was spent riding around in shitty beat-up station wagons going from one parking lot to another in a yellowish haze of smog. I got to relive a bit of that today because the nearby brushfires have once again turned everything yellow and a bit toxic, and I found a craptastic Chrysler Reliant K “woody” wagon in the Borders parking lot. It’s similar to the one I shot in Santa Ana before. Something about the way that smoky light hit the veneering and the frayed upholstery and the dirty glass caused me to have a Central Orange County Proustian Experience.

The rest of the shots are in this Flickr set.