It’s almost as if it was a delayed April Fools’ joke. After all, the e-mail did literally appear in my in-box at 12:06 a.m. on April 2. I couldn’t believe it when I saw the heading, “Ebelskiver pan, our number one customer favorite.
“The Wake” is a play with a lot of p’s in it: politics, philosophy, polemics, passion, and pathos. And enough plot for two plays. In fact, “The Wake” is two plays.
When we talk about basketball we all say Lakers. At least we do in Los Angeles. Everyone likes the story of a winner. When we say Lakers we think of the countless NBA championships and we admire that.
Congratulations to those of you who ran the L.A. Marathon this past Sunday. You should feel very proud. Anyone who has ever run a marathon knows the grueling work and time commitment it takes to prepare for such an event.
Alan Rosenberg is too charming to play a world-class villain. And so he makes neo-con Paul Wolfowitz almost likeable. The play is “Influence,” and it takes place during the time when Wolfowitz was head of the World Bank and was detested by almost everyone he worked with.
Dear New Shrink, On several occasions my boss has taken wrongful ownership of projects I have developed by telling upper management that these are his own works.
I have had two restaurant experiences that were worth talking about in the last month, but for very different reasons. Let me get the bad news over with in the name of Pho Show on Sepulveda Boulevard in Culver City.
Last Sunday, March 14, was the official male version of Valentine’s Day. Because apparently the one we celebrate on Feb. 14 is strictly for the ladies.
Dear New Shrink, My mom’s former best friend is a good friend of mine, although they parted ways years ago, not by my friend’s choice but by my mother’s.
Dear New Shrink, I have been on the job hunt for a few months now and have really appreciated the support of my friends and former co-workers. One former colleague in particular has mentioned his great connections in the tech industry, which is where I hope to work.
I wanted that Girl Scout cookie reward patch so badly as a kid. Despite lugging cartons of Thin Mints around the neighborhood in my wagon and using my cute little brother for door-to-door sales, I always fell short.
