Dispatches from the City of Angels
I'm a writer and humorist living in and writing about Los Angeles. You can catch my novel LOSING CLEMENTINE out March 6 from William Morrow. In the meantime, feel free to poke around. Over at my website you can find even more blog entries than I could fit here, as well as a few other ramblings. Enjoy and come back often.
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Two. Nine. (aka "happy birthday to me")
Well, it had to happen. I am officially 29.
The countdown to 30 has begun, making this the last twelve months where I can reasonably expect to get away with outlandish behavior. This will, of course, require a planning period. The usual stuff is out. I'm not really a tattoo person, and I can see almost no tangible benefit to ending up naked on a bar in Hollywood. I'm not coordinated enough to join the circus and generally want to avoid anything that could involve the words "grand jury." Other than that, I'm open to suggestion.
In fact, I'm thinking about a whole twelve-month plan. One slightly nuts-o thing a month to really send off my twenties in style. The more I think about it, the more I like it. A celebration of impetuousness and adventure.
For starters, I'll be re-summiting Half Dome. That equipment failure/climbing accident some of you may remember can't stand. I'm not going into 30 subconsciously terrified of, you know, falling to my death. So that's one. Eleven more to go.
This will be entirely dependent on my ability to come up with twelve mostly legal activities, of course. So the comments section is wide open.
The countdown to 30 has begun, making this the last twelve months where I can reasonably expect to get away with outlandish behavior. This will, of course, require a planning period. The usual stuff is out. I'm not really a tattoo person, and I can see almost no tangible benefit to ending up naked on a bar in Hollywood. I'm not coordinated enough to join the circus and generally want to avoid anything that could involve the words "grand jury." Other than that, I'm open to suggestion.
In fact, I'm thinking about a whole twelve-month plan. One slightly nuts-o thing a month to really send off my twenties in style. The more I think about it, the more I like it. A celebration of impetuousness and adventure.
For starters, I'll be re-summiting Half Dome. That equipment failure/climbing accident some of you may remember can't stand. I'm not going into 30 subconsciously terrified of, you know, falling to my death. So that's one. Eleven more to go.
This will be entirely dependent on my ability to come up with twelve mostly legal activities, of course. So the comments section is wide open.
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