Recent statistics from City-Data.com,
“According to our research there was one registered sex offender living in East Los Angeles, California ….”
Sounds like a good thing for East L.A. in general, but really must suck for that one guy’s neighbors!
Oh no, Downtown is on a hungry rampage and moving east! It first started with The Brewery and then The San Antonio Winery and now has consumed every hipsters’ favorite place to shop, The Saint Vincent de Paul Thrift Store in Lincoln Heights!
An article in today’s Los Angeles Times features the downtown loft of a “recycled living” bohemian realtor and his fashion designer girlfriend. This couple is really cool cause they are into old stuff that was previously used! Wow! Read what I mean:
In the spirit of adaptive reuse, nearly all the furnishings inside the loft hail from flea markets or thrift shops or are alley finds.
Uh, huh. And where might one of these chic thrift stores be?
Heller stops by downtown’s St. Vincent de Paul thrift shop at least twice a week.
Downtown? How did that happen? According to the Saint Vincent de Paul website, the store is located:
Just north of downtown Los Angeles … in Lincoln Heights, is one of the largest, well-stocked thrift stores in all of Southern California The St. Vincent de Paul Thrift Store which according to Los Angeles Magazine is the “Best Thrift Store in Los Angeles.â€
So it’s happened again…Downtown, in it’s appetite to swallow anything that might be “cool” has now gobbled up an even bigger chunk of Lincoln Heights. What will follow?
I’ve talked alot of shit about some of our suburbs to the east in my past, and though I wish I could stop my bashing to save friendships and to not create any more hostilities with some friends and family members that live in these and nearby ‘burbs, it’s impossible for my sense of decency to keep quiet. The suburbs create odd behavior patterns, maybe perfectly reasonable within the context of their own reality but utterly absurd when exposed to the light of reason. Take for example this xmas tree spotted on a cul-de-suck in Hacienda Heights earlier today: even before 5:30pm somebody has managed to get rid of the holiday tree, leaving it out for the trash truck, even though this was still Christmas Day! Is the trash pick-up coming early in the morning? Are they scared of the fire dangers of a pine tree in the home? I have no idea, but whatever the “logic” that led to such an early curbside disposal, it just points to some warped thinking happening inside these homes. Fucking wasteful thinking. I almost considered bringing it home for that sweet piney smell, but neh pollos, I can barely tolerate the trappings of Christmas, so why push it with the decorations?
If people can build opinions about Lincoln Heights from some cholo getting shot and killed, isn’t it appropriate that I be able to form an opinion from some random sighting on my way out of a fun X-mas party in HH? I think the notion of justice demands I create a similar prejudice, just to be fair.
More parents like this are needed.
I hate them on Sunday, I hate them on Monday, I hate them everyday! They’re absolutely ridiculous. They’re half the size of regular motorcycles but twice as loud. I’m sure some folks enjoy these noisemachines but I don’t. I’ve been having a trio of these drive by my house with their deafening noise for about 2 hours now. And they’re always ridden by men & never boys. BRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!! BRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!
Panel on Anarcha-Feminism
This last weekend, on Saturday I went to the first annual Los Angeles Anarchist Bookfair at the Southern California Library. I’ve been to a few Anarchist Bookfairs up north in San Francisco, so I was very interested in seeing how this would turn out. I couldn’t make it to all the workshops/panels but I did make it to a few.
More after the jump.
5.99 WOW!!!
I was unlucky enough to be a child of the 90s. The 90s sucked. I always wished I could have been a child of the 80s, but no I was stuck in the decade that started sarcasm, plaid shirts as fashion statements or rather just not washing in general as a fashion statement. It was filled with lots of music that I hated, but had to listen to because there was nothing else available. Lots of whiny songs about killing yourselves and the gov’t and how it sucked and blowing up shit, but it wasn’t fun like punk in the 1970s it was all 1990s and crap. Oh yeah and techno started then too, freakin’ great disco without the cocaine or fun lyrics.
Here is a Silver Lake establishment with a correct sense of direction. It is located at 3224 Sunset Blvd. between Descanso & Micheltorena Avenues. It’s in the heart of Silver Lake AND recognizes full well that this is indeed the WESTSIDE. A long time resident I found in the vicinity informed me that this place has been WESTSIDE MOTORS for at least the 24 years that he has lived here. I can’t argue with that.
Dear Gloria Molina,
Remember Measure R, the county-wide tax increase measure you tried to prevent from reaching the November 2008 ballot by refusing to support the measure with a ‘yes’ vote? If I remember correctly, you said it didn’t spread enough money to projects in your area, though East L.A. is getting the Gold Line and passing Measure R would help pay for it to be extended further east and increase mobility throughout the Metro L.A. area.
Do you remember Measure R?
Look at that! The heaviest support came from Santa Monica, West Hollywood, and Gateway Cities in your district! Bell, Maywood, Huntington Park, Bell Gardens, Cudahy all voted in support of Measure R in excess of 77%. South Gate was one percentage point away from the so-coveted deep red, and I blame the disconnected Hollydaleans.
Your district supports improved mobility for people, not so much money and projects in their districts. Most of these cities have bus lines that connect with the Blue Line. What more do we want than increased mobility once we get to the Blue Line?
Keep this in mind the next time you abstain from supporting or opposing a measure. It didn’t bid well for you here.
Peace and love,
SEM
See map in full size here.
I was in Echo Park recently and in need of a quick meal, so the decision to give Happy Tom’s a try was made. I figured its just one of those regular fast food burger joints but they had a weird all-picture menu which was difficult to decipher: what’s in that tortilla? Can you make that a veggie burger? Ah screw this, I’ll just go to Rodeo Grill down the street even though I had scratched that place off my list forever. They make a decent King Taco style red salsa but they charge Huarachito prices for McMexican fare. (And the Huevos Rancheros are mediocre at best, pa’ que sepas.) And lo and behold (as you can see above) they’ve also gone and updated their menu to stretch along an entire wall, with a picture gallery of plates and some tiny text labels that I’m just now noticing. I really doubt the literacy rate in Echo Park has plummeted to levels that require customers have pictures at which to point, or have I missed some tragic news? I like pictures too but this is just confusing and backwards.
We ended up heading to an average Mexican restaurant in Highland Park with easy to read menus. The food was okay.
Dear Federal Government,
I would like to join the troubled asset relief program. My trouble is I ain’t got no assets but I do have some debt I would like relief from as would the millions of low income people in this country and all the people who are losing their jobs. My debt is miniscule and won’t even make a dent in the 700 billion you will be splitting up among major corporate institutions. In fact I think to pay off my total debt would only constitute…my calculator won’t even hold that many zeros so I can’t figure out the micro percentage. I can use the money to re-organize, re-tool, or even hold on to it for awhile before dispersing it to friends. Being poor requires resourcefulness and I got plenty of it so even $10,000 would go a long way with me. Just in case you can’t fulfill my request I think I will be heading to my HR Department tomorrow to change my withholding status to exempt.
Sincerely,
Broke in Los Angeles
