My aloof downstairs neighbors have quietly slipped away. Yesterday evening I saw them leaving with a large mattress set in the back of their huge like-new pickup truck; today the pair of ugly chairs (which never quite made it inside their apartment) disappeared, confirming the obvious conclusion, that they're moving out. Oh well, no loss - my attempts at hospitality were ignored, and their stereo was getting loud, though incidents were short, and not at unreasonable times. What will their replacement be like?
Gruff voice heard on the radio, among people interviewed who were waiting in line to visit the White House:
"They oughta impeach the hell out of 'im."
Since it was Saturday afternoon, I thought of this song:
She said murder she said that's what she saidA women sings this goofy lyric, the song must've been a big hit at some point - I always used to catch it on that show I listened to on KPCC, "The Swingin' Years" - haven't heard it since I moved away from Los Angeles.
I was at the "Park" this afternoon - it's the more pleasant
cinema along el Camino in Menlo Park, although both are nice.
I've been to its companion (the "Guild") several times, but this
was my first "Park" experience. It's conceivable that its tubular
shape means the building's really a Quonset hut. I saw the
"Celebration", this new film from Denmark. It reminded me of
Altman's "A Wedding", although not near as funny and involving,
but I did like Helmuth, the token German; plus the general alien
Danishness. For example, they sang their traditional birthday
song, but it was something rather complicated, not "Happy Birthday
KPCC - 89.3 FM, Pasadena Community College
|« Previous | Next »|
|Email to firstname.lastname@example.org||Home|