The Sunset is a homebody neighborhood - hundreds of regular blocks of single family dwellings with tiny yards and basement garages. It boasts no real tourist attractions but embraces an endearing…
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I was never afraid to try my hand at a little experimental cuisine every once in a while, not even as a child. Sometimes this produced felicitous consequences, like pineapple chicken; sometimes,…
Staring (not non-stop) for the past week at that creepy story about burbling prune juice (and not to worry, I’ve got a much creepier story on the way) has put me in the mood for some more uplifting…
I’m not an excessively dark and moody person, right? I have my moments of relative cheer. I have ideas for stories and poems in my little notebook, and some of them are not miserable. …
Work brought me back to Los Angeles for a short time last week, and I wound up in an impregnable black Crown Vic tooling around various parts of town like a cop searching for clues, or a really good…
When does a free concert cost nearly $600? Funny story:
We’d been in the park since 11 am, cavorting at the bluegrass festival. We’d seen six bands, several friends, countless…
A couple weeks ago it was L.A. Stories. But that’s not to imply that they’ve got a corner on the droll vignette market. Here’s a few local moments from late summer that…
Let’s make this easy on ourselves. It’s late, I’m stressed out, and the coming week will be rife with challenges. But for some unknowable reason I feel that I ought to…
Looks like we’re on the verge again of another celebration of glucose and remissive space. All Hallows Eve used to be genuinely scary, I’m told - back when light at night meant fire,…
It’s been crazy busy and then some. But no matter. What are reasons to me are excuses to you, and it’s time we were done with them. Blog I must and blog I shall. …
It’s not like I’m not busy at work and don’t have two delightful and energetic boys to play with during my every available minute. That’s heavy but I’ve got to…
I’m not even going to ask if you missed me. I choose to think that you’ve been so wracked with angst about the slowdown in posts here, that you just shut down and couldn’t even…
It’s been long enough, I think, to have kept you waiting on a fresh post. If you’re looking for news, the big development here is that I have finally finished the fifth of five…
you’ll have to ask me about the title.
Times change, and we had best change with them. Our options are to live in reality, or not. Which brings me to Los Angeles.…
Happy Goddamn Holidays, or, to be accommodating to our more sensitive readers, Happy Goddamn Holidays already. It’s now the middle of that intercelebratory interstice, where xmas has x-ited…
Tuesday afternoon (non-Moody Blues version):
According to my seat-back altimeter, I’m at 37,322 feet above sea level, 402 miles from my home landing strip, and traveling nearly…
oh internet… sometimes it gets so hard to be close with you. I want so badly to be the kind of content-producer you can trust, the kind you know will have something thoughtful and revelatory…
I’m having a writer’s moment. It’s like that song by King Crimson, where I’ve carried this around with me for days and days - first, actually, for months as an inchoate…
I’m starting a new notebook, at (near) the start of a new year - and maybe it can bring a little fresh mojo to my craft. Some new juju. What I need, i guess, is a solid jolt of positive…
Feb 7
I will admit, I feel a bit discombobulated. Yes, I’m back on the 38L, doing my same old same old, riding along with a horde of worn-out strangers on a big gritty bus, a notebook…
I like to mix things up here at the ‘hut, keep the variety… um… various. The last post was about the bus, so this one should be about toys from my childhood, or weirdos in line…
I don’t mind being busy; sometimes I prefer it. But this is beyond ridiculous. It’s ridonkulous. It’s freak-tastic. It’s...it’s… it’s....…
I kept thinking there was something I wanted to write about, something from way back, something colorful and constructive - but I couldn’t recall what it was or what I wanted to say about it.…
(Saturday Night )
Well this is a barrel of ritalin-deprived monkeys if I’ve ever seen one, and in fact I have not, but every indication suggests that if I had it would be pretty much…
The Gumbo Variation
It’s not a terribly long drive from Bosssier to Monroe – 100 miles on Highway 20, straight across the top of the boot. You could do it in your sleep, and I have…
Here at the Chucklehut we notice the little things, but sometimes that means some of the bigger things get away from us. Well no more! At least, not in terms of a couple-three good-sized…
Last time it was white walls - now I’m going to the dark side. As ever, all embedded images are click-biggenable. Now start reading, dammit. I’ve got all kinds of other…
This one I wrote on March 16
It’s never easy to leave the house two-and-a-half hours earlier than usual in the morning, especially when you slept poorly and it’s raining…
In honor of the fact that Doyle Drive is coming down later this month, here’s a bit of a screed about my local roadway. Sorry, that’s as sexy as I feel like making it right now.…
So it turns out, apparently, April is National Poetry Month. Not that it makes any difference to…