Just before Christmas last month, something remarkable happened in Santa Monica. For the first time in decades, our city produced enough water from local sources to meet its total demand.
I must be the luckiest man in the world. Every time I open my Gmail, someone wants to give me money. I’m talking millions of dollars, folks. My Gmail account receives dozens of e-mails each day.
Q: I live in the front unit of an apartment complex. This morning I had a very important presentation to give my supervisors and I was unable to get any sleep last night due to a car alarm.
We’ve all seen John Lithgow on the stage or screen at one time or another. As five-time Emmy Award winner in the television series “Third Rock From the Sun.
Tomorrow marks two weeks since the shooting rampage in Arizona which left six dead and fourteen wounded, including Congresswoman Gabrielle Giffords. The good news is that her progress has been so dramatic that today she was moved to a rehab center in Houston.
I’ve been the recipient of some tremendous fortune in my life. Mostly in fortune cookies. I still have the fortune that said, “You love Chinese food” (which was admittedly more of a safe bet than a fortune, per se).
It would have been hard to get through 2010 without bumping into some scary information about the plastic ingredient bisphenol A, aka BPA, like the fact it leaches from polycarbonate baby bottles and sports bottles and metal food can linings into the contents or that it is widespread in the dye on t
Last Tuesday, Councilman Kevin McKeown requested that his colleagues vote to ask city staff to look at additional campaign financial disclosure regulations involving City Council members who’ve received campaign contributions from a person, company or entity with business before the council — primar
Our first concern in the wake of the horrendous shootings in Arizona ought to be for the victims and their families; our thoughts and prayers are with them.
Q: My neighbor’s home was broken into while at work last week. Now I’m worried that one day I will come home and find that my residence was broken into.
Over the years of writing these columns, I’ve received many e-mails from readers who are politically conservative and have referred to me as a “liberal,” and not exactly in the complimentary sense.
When I came home from a meeting the other day, my daughter’s nanny, Mary Poppins, reported that gym class had gone well, but that some other mothers had inquired about the well being of my 2-year-old’s ceremonial fifth limb — her Barney doll.
