Career Goals
4 JunAt times, my job translates into a Dilbert comic. Straight-out. There are days, after I’ve been asked when I will have kids, taken out to ice cream, and then approvingly pat on the head by my boss after I’ve made 40 copies for him, I wonder what my goal in life was supposed to be. I don’t think this was it.
At times where my work can’t ascribed to a Dilbert-like scenario, it’s just like Clockwatchers. A petri-dish of gossip and corporate mantras.
Jet Rag: Vintage
4 JunEvery Sunday, vintage seeking Angelenos can sort through mounds of clothing, each piece priced at $1. Although the store characteristically smells of moth balls and dusty shelves (thus so do the clothes), the price is right for a quick score.
Jet Rag
825 N. La Brea Avenue
Los Angeles, CA 90038
323.939.0528
Daily Photo: New Shoes
3 JunWhen I was growing up, I got one pair of shoes about every six months. I wore them until the soles tore open and they smelled like last week’s garbage. I don’t remember being poor – but this might qualify. Thus my propensity for a new pair of shiny bright soles. Slipping into a new pair is stirring. Images of late nights and garden parties abound, bettered by the heels I will wear to them. Though a full-on shoe fetish is too exaggerated to describe my current closet and predilections, I find myself with about 20 pairs (not too big a number, not too small).
Today, I face the bus in beautiful black snakeskin Ralph Laurens’. 















