travel

Expert Traveler? Heck yes!

I’ve always dreamt of a world where efficient people like myself were given their own lines. Too often, I am stuck behind the slow, older woman at the grocery store counting out 77 plastic gift bags, and then paying with a check. Or the guy paying in pennies. Or, in the line of all lines, the airport, those strange individuals who seem to have never been to an airport before. They leave their belts on, they leave their shoes on, and they do not remove their laptops from their backpacks. You see, I am a generally efficient person. I don’t have kids, I carry one bag, and I follow rules. I’ve always thought that should be rewarded.

Thank you very much, LAX. Today, on my way to New Mexico to do some reporting, I discovered a new, glamorous invention called the “Expert Traveler” line. It is heaven on earth. No kids. No slow. No penny counting.

I tried to hold onto this amazing experience, because I am sure in no time the inefficient people of the world will discover this treasure (which only uses the honor system to qualify you as an “expert”) and it will become just as snail-like as the rest of the lines.

But for today, I thank LAX for its validation of my lifestyle.

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An Ode to Los Angeles

I have started interviews for my next job (any suggestions welcome!), and today someone asked me why I like Los Angeles. Although I know why, I’ve never really had to explain it to anyone else. On the drive home, I took the picture above, and then I thought about all the reasons I love this big, sprawling city.

Sure, LA gets a bad reputation–too much smog and traffic and superficiality. But if you really invest time here, you learn that even if Los Angeles is called the city of “too much,” it is only because anything you could possibly dream of is at your fingertips.

In Los Angeles you can:
surf in the Pacific Ocean, ski in the mountains of big bear, attend a red carpet movie opening, run in the mountains, go to an art gallery opening, soar on a rollercoaster, get a tour of a movie studio, spy on celebrities as they film their next blockbuster, watch a giant fire, go to Disneyland, walk your dog in Beverly Hills, sleep on the beach, climb the Santa Monica stairs, cruise in a convertible, meet 9 million of your neighbors, be an extra in a movie, ride the eco-friendly ferris wheel, eat fondue, see a Jay Leno taping, buy fresh groceries at a farmer’s market, look at the stars at the Griffith Observatory, ride a motorcycle through Malibu, attend a film festival, get a view of the city lights, do a wine tasting, audition for a play, go to a political rally, march in a parade, run into a star at the mall, ride a horse to the Hollywood sign, see WICKED, lounge in a nightclub, write a novel, buy a map of stars’ homes, walk to the grocery store, drive to Vegas, cruise downtown, live in a loft, live in a mansion, and watch history be made.

Basically, it never stops. Anything you could dream of seeing or doing, you can find it here. The city is endless, and so are the possibilities.

news, politics

Finally…

No one can say that Obama didn’t fight hard for this. And maybe we can be grateful for Hillary’s stubbornness because she made Obama really fight for this. Finally, he has reached 2,158 delegates, and he is the Democratic Party candidate.

Months ago, I was at an Obama rally in Los Angeles, where Michelle Obama, Oprah and Maria Shriver spoke in support of him. I felt at that moment that I was possibly witnessing something historical. Now I know.

film

The Tragedy of Sex and the City

I just got back from seeing Sex and the City. I had waited a few days after the release because God knows there is no way I would want to be stuck in the throngs of dressed up women stampeding to the theater on opening night.

I wish I could understand how I felt about the film.

The first half an hour was amazing. Everything familiar and fabulous about the television show which women have missed so much was back–the fabulous optimism, the friendships and the clothes. The amazing, breathtaking clothes.

But then, tragedy stikes. Over and over again. In the most painful of ways. The drama is beautifully displayed. It’s the kind of heart-wrenching sadness that sticks with you even after the film is over.

I figured there were only a couple ways this film could end, in regards to Carrie’s fate. I won’t spoil it for anyone who hasn’t seen it, but when you think about it there are only two ways you can end up: alone, or with someone.

There were so many things that frustrated me about this film. The ending being number one. Also, the way some of the really interesting friends got shafted in their story lines. Charlotte and her husband are nearly absent. Samatha is one-toned in her Malibu lifestyle.

Yet, while a part of me is consumed by frustration, another part feels only jealousy. I am jealous that I haven’t written three fabulous books, that I don’t live in amazing apartment in New York, and that my best friends aren’t close enough to meet up with me for lunch every day. I am jealous that I don’t own those shoes. Or that dress. But we all know this isn’t reality. Who could live in New York like that on a writer’s salary? And that’s what is so great about this story–women love it because it is everything they can never have. And that’s why a part of me will always be pissed off about it.

But regardless of its imperfections, there is no denying that having Sex and The City made for the big screen is long overdue. Everything about it was truly grand. Bigger than ever. And, mostly, better than ever.

 

news, technology

Citizen Journalism- The future?

Because my current project has a lot of interaction with Huffington Post’s Off the Bus, I’ve had some time to think about this idea of citizen journalism. The theory that normal citizens who don’t practice journalism as their career can report on the news because of their access to events that reports can’t reach.

While I am still apprehensive about the term, there is no denying that some great stories have been discovered this way. Take Obama’s “bittergate.” This was reportorted to HuffPo by Mayhill Fowler, who has never been a professional writer. She’s got an MA, her husband is a lawyer, she’s an open Obama supporter and she’s raised some kids. But her ability to get a story that no one else got is amazing.

Just the other day, she got a shocking interview with Bill Clinton, who goes on a verbal tirade about a Vanity Fair reporter. While Mr. Clinton is known to have foot-in-mouth syndrome, maybe he was more open with Fowler because she doesn’t have the usual reporter aura about her. It doesn’t matter. What does matter is that she got a great quote that many mainstream media sources picked up on.

So, there is a place for this type of truth-sharing. Granted, I don’t want my future job to dissapear before I’ve even got it, but I think we all benefit from this knowledge sharing platform. In this changing world of journalism, flexibility is the key. Time to go do my stretches.

technology

At Disneyland, I Met A Robot

This, ladies and gentlemen, is ASIMO.

Created by Honda, ASIMO is the best robot out there, literally. And lately, one of them has been hanging out at Disneyland for people to meet. The four-foot-three-inch robot is so advanced that he can even run, up to a speed of two miles per hour. Running is a very hard task for a robot (I know plenty of humans who struggle with it too.) But his talents don’t end with sprinting–he also directed the Detroit Symphony Orchestra in May.

Here’s a short video of him walking. You have to admit you can’t help but think he’s cute, even for a heap of metal… and a little bit of Disney magic.

film

Film Review- Bigger, Stronger, Faster*

Nearly a year ago, Canadian pro wrestler Chris Benoit killed his wife and seven-year-old son before taking his own life. When it was implied that steroids may have caused Benoit’s outburst, most people probably accepted that reasoning without any questioning. Of course.

But a new documentary, “Bigger, Stronger, Faster*,” raises all sorts of questions about performance enhancing drugs. Actually, the film succeeds in creating questions that the average non-juicer, non-pro-athlete probably never even thought about. The well-researched, thorough documentary which premiered at the 2008 Sundance Film Festival never answers most of its own questions, but it is a powerful catalyst into a discussion of what steroids mean to America.

Chris Bell, who is the narrator, director and co-writer of the documentary, presents his own family as a microcosm of the steroid addiction. Both his older and younger brother use steroids, with dreams of becoming famous bodybuilders and pro wrestlers.

Bell grew up with muscles and manliness at the center of his universe. He cites Arnold Schwarzenegger, Hulk Hogan, and Sylvester Stallone as his heroes of youth. He and his brothers would train and wrestle in the basement in hopes of someday becoming wrestlers as we see through the use of home-video footage.

But, years later, the brothers have fallen short of their championship belt dreams and their childhood realities have been crushed: their idols were doping up, wrestling may be fake, and the American dream to be the best may mean cheating.

Bell’s storytelling is in fine form, as he interviews politicians, ex-wrestlers, weightlifters, Olympic athletes, doctors and activists. Every angle of the steroid debate is discussed from the use of Olympic athletes to high school players.

From the producers of “Bowling for Columbine” and “Fahrenheit 911,” the editing is crisp, clean and succeeds in presenting the irony and contradictions of the characters without forcing it.

There are several surprising arguments that Bell is able to bring to the table. Many of his sources argue that steroids are far less dangerous than many legal substances, especially tobacco and alcohol. There were only 3 steroid-related deaths in the U.S. last year, compared to the over 400,000 due to tobacco, according to their research.

It’s hard to swallow this argument. From an early age, it has been instilled in us that steroids are bad. They are cheating. And the conflicting nature of many of the character’s in the documentary make even harder to really believe that maybe steroids should be legal. First the athletes say they never did steroids. Then they say they did them, but everyone does them. Then they say they only drank herbal tea.

The steroid debate is a mess, but only because the demands of the American dream make it so. To be the best, to be the winner is asking a lot of the people of this country. In the shadows of these superhuman mortals, the fantasy of greatness is more lethal than any shot or pill could ever be.


See this article here
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In theaters Friday, May 30, 2008.

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My Job has Closed, and My Paycheck Has Bounced

On Friday, I got a call from one of the other waitresses at my club who told me a strange, convuluted story about the nightclub I have been working at for the past year. Apparently, the Mexican owners of the club have not been paying rent for the past couple of months, so the landloard swooped in, changed the locks and kicked everyone out. Meaning, just like that, the club has closed and my cushy money job is gone.

I should have seen it coming. My last two paychecks have bounced due to insufficient funds. They actually held the last one from us because there was no money. And they haven’t been reordering supplies.

The only reason I have loved working at nightclubs is the money is ridiculously good compared to the amount of work I actually do. Sure, I’ve had to deal with corrupt owners, bad hours, illegal activity and annoying customers, but overall, it has been worth it.

Soon, if the club doesn’t reopen, which I doubt it will, I have to embark on a journey to hunt down those unpaid paychecks. It could mean a serious man hunt since the owners have dissapeared back into their Mexican haven. Wish me luck…

news, technology

Did you know?

The other day at work, our tech guy showed us this video. It’s amazing that it can actually hold your attention for the entire time, based only on the fact that the facts are so interesting. We are living in a really interesting time. Things are changing so fast. I have often imagined what I’d do without the internet. I’d have a whole lot more free time, for one. But I would have a lot harder of a time trying to do what I want to do for the rest of my life. The world really is at our fingertips…