It’s the end of the summer season. Seriously. We are at the last two weeks before summer is unofficially over and we begin the speed trials to Christmas.
Saturday I was meeting some friends for lunch on the Third Street Promenade and I took the wrong exit from the freeway. Instead of the Fifth Street exit, I took Lincoln Boulevard.
This past Memorial Day I was at a men’s retreat in the Malibu mountains. It’s 320 gay men running around the forest, well, decorating it really. There are all kinds of arts and crafts events, inner emotional workshops, classes on how to get to know your inner child, and of course with 320 gay men, t
Summer is in full swing, the tourists are here and far from their home, but some things just don’t change. I was walking through the lobby of the Loews Hotel on Ocean Avenue, and passed a family from France, mother, father, daughter and teenage boy.
The fundamental interconnectedness of all things is a concept that was put forth by science fiction writer and philosopher Douglas Adams in his now six part trilogy that started with the “Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy.
This past Fourth of July we had yet another wonderful community event, put on by a devoted group of locals led by Lori Nafshun, the Ocean Park Association’s events chair, and a horde of helpful heroines and heroes.
Burgers, BBQs and beer — these are the hallmarks of the upcoming Fourth of July celebration. This year as we honor our freedoms and occasionally remember the ones who fought for them, let’s keep in mind the value of those freedoms.
This past weekend hundreds of people celebrated Juneteenth at Virginia Avenue Park, which is a commemoration of the June 19, 1865 arrival of Union soldiers in Galveston, Texas to enforce the Emancipation Proclamation that became effective Jan.
Dad. Pop. Old man. Whatever your favorite nickname for your father is, this weekend is the time to call him and thank him for all the things that he did for you.
As the sun set on a beautiful Saturday evening, about 75 people milled about the courtyard of the Santa Monica Main Library commenting on a trio of electric cars on display.
I’m in a movie. I can’t believe it. If this is what movie stars go through, I have a newfound sympathy for them. Seeing myself on a screen and knowing that those words were going to be permanently there, those images not subject to improvement, those verbal mistakes forever recorded, it’s nerve wrac
The surrealistic movie “Brazil” has a scene where the main character, Sam Lowry, is looking for a piece of information. He is sent to an office and when he asks his question, the condescending and slightly exasperated government official looks at him and states, “Oh, you want Information RETRIEVAL,
