Memorable Moments in an Alien World











{August 2, 2014}   Knowing Where to Buy Quality

Last week after I dropped a visiting friend off at LAX, I decided to walk around Abbot Kinney for the afternoon. It was a blast just walking around, talking with random people, overhearing audacious conversations. It is particularly dangerous for me to shop without a specific purpose, but nothing jumped out at me in the very trendy, ridiculously overpriced stores I visited. That is, until I stumbled across an open air shop. Read the rest of this entry »



Awhile back I met some friends at the Los Angeles Annual Lithuanian Fair.

Being surrounded by a foreign culture – even just for an afternoon – reminded me of my time spent in Europe and caused a pining in me for travel. Read the rest of this entry »



{October 7, 2012}   Unintended Consequences

I like books. Not nooks. Not ipads. Real, physical books. Furthermore, I enjoy supporting local businesses that have to compete with “the big guys,” so when my brother was out for a visit this weekend and we were cruising down Santa Monica Blvd, I said, “You know, I really want to buy a book on the history of LA. There’s an independent bookstore that I always pass on the way to church that looks great, but I’ve never stopped in. Can we take a small detour?” Read the rest of this entry »



{July 21, 2012}   Rage of the Rich

A couple weeks ago I decided to stop at Chipotle to grab something to eat. Usually I frequent the one in Santa Monica, but today I decided to try the one in Beverly Hills, as its proximity is much closer to my apartment.

Driving down North Beverly Drive at 1:15p was a traffic nightmare. After looping a few blocks for about 20 minutes, I almost gave up and went home, but my love of Chipotle caused me to keep driving – and I’m glad I did, for I found a free parking garage right in the center of Beverly Hills (who’d have thought?!). I pulled in and quickly realized that this was a smallest parking garage that I had ever entered. I drove in and the lot curved around in a backward C-shape and…that was it. It was full to the max (no surprise, there were only about 20 spots!). That being the case, I turned around and began to slowly make my way around the curve.

As I did, I saw an impeccably dressed woman walking towards a car that cost more than a Harvard degree. Thrilled to finally be catching a break in this foolish pretense of a parking garage, I called out my window to her in exuberance, “Thank you!” True to her Beverly Hills cultivation, she ignored me completely, raising her nose up conspicuously high in the air, her perfect heels clicking away as she stepped to her millionaire-obile.

Whatever. I was getting a spot!

As I waited for her to get into her car – whose street value could feed half the hungry in LA – I found myself in a predicament. Read the rest of this entry »



Last weekend I had one of my very dearest friends come out to visit me. Not entirely sure where to take her, but knowing that she wanted to be close to the beach, I decided to take her down the famously fabulous Abbot Kinney Blvd in Venice. Read the rest of this entry »



{June 16, 2012}   Catch 22

I enjoy wine. Reds (Merlot, especially) are my favorite.

I also enjoy Coke. Nay, I love Coke and over the years have (rightly, I surmise) ignored the insurmountable number of emails from Coke-haters admonishing me on the evils of Coke (mind you, we are speaking of Coca-Cola – and NOT the original recipe, if you know what I mean). Coke rots your teeth. It’s bad for your stomach. It dissolves pennies. Cops use it to clean up blood on the road after a really bad accident. Blah, blah, blah. Eh, I digress…(but if you DO want to know what Coke can do: The Many Uses of Coke)

I enjoy many different beverages, but have noticed that I apparently become quite conspicuous in an after-work social setting if I choose NOT to drink alcohol. That being said, I attempt to fiercely hold on to my independence and free-will to drink what I want, not what is expected. Read the rest of this entry »



I can’t stay seated when an elderly person gets on the bus.

I can’t lower myself to take part in screaming matches with people in order to win a power struggle. Read the rest of this entry »



et cetera