Writer's Block

For any of you lovely readers who follow my posts, you may or may not have noticed my extended absence from this realm of artistic expression.  It’s true.  I lost momentum for awhile in my writing for three main reasons:  1) my travel schedule was a bit intense of late; 2) I decided to travel sans laptop (shocking, I know); and 3) writer’s block.  Over the past month I’ve experienced those horrifyingly long moments of pent up frustration where I stare at my computer screen wondering how to get the thoughts in my head down on paper.  It happens to the best of us and the worst of us from time to time.

Well, my friends and fellow bloggers, I’m back.  I’ve spent a fair amount of time in New York recently and seem to have been caught up in the New York versus Los Angeles debate on everything from crosswalk signs, honking, turnstiles in subway stations to pizza.  Yes, someone told me that the best pizza they ever had was in Oakland.  Suffice it to say, I was skeptical on that one (no offense Oaklanders).

I have never been one to really involve myself in these conversations as I don’t particularly care to rank the cities.  Both are beautiful to me in their own right.  Both have qualities the other does not possess.  I love and hate both cities for very different reasons.

However, over the next few weeks I will break my silence on the subject and discuss my observations of the cities with an obvious emphasis on their modes of transportation.  Who does it right, why does Los Angeles seem to be the ugly red-headed stepchild of public transportation and so on.

My terrifying stretch of writer’s block is over.  Crisis averted.

Image courtesy of Tony Dowler at http://blog.microdungeons.com/2010_01_01_archive.html

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Writer’s Block

For any of you lovely readers who follow my posts, you may or may not have noticed my extended absence from this realm of artistic expression.  It’s true.  I lost momentum for awhile in my writing for three main reasons:  1) my travel schedule was a bit intense of late; 2) I decided to travel sans laptop (shocking, I know); and 3) writer’s block.  Over the past month I’ve experienced those horrifyingly long moments of pent up frustration where I stare at my computer screen wondering how to get the thoughts in my head down on paper.  It happens to the best of us and the worst of us from time to time.

Well, my friends and fellow bloggers, I’m back.  I’ve spent a fair amount of time in New York recently and seem to have been caught up in the New York versus Los Angeles debate on everything from crosswalk signs, honking, turnstiles in subway stations to pizza.  Yes, someone told me that the best pizza they ever had was in Oakland.  Suffice it to say, I was skeptical on that one (no offense Oaklanders).

I have never been one to really involve myself in these conversations as I don’t particularly care to rank the cities.  Both are beautiful to me in their own right.  Both have qualities the other does not possess.  I love and hate both cities for very different reasons.

However, over the next few weeks I will break my silence on the subject and discuss my observations of the cities with an obvious emphasis on their modes of transportation.  Who does it right, why does Los Angeles seem to be the ugly red-headed stepchild of public transportation and so on.

My terrifying stretch of writer’s block is over.  Crisis averted.

Image courtesy of Tony Dowler at http://blog.microdungeons.com/2010_01_01_archive.html

I want to see the gleam in those shoes.

I have been away for a while traveling and taking care of family business.  Apparently, some of my friends along my normal route became worried about my absence.  When I made my first trek from home to office a couple of days ago, I ran into my friend Eddie–a shoe shiner who sets up his business on 5th and Hill across from Pershing Square.  Though Eddie rarely remembers my name and refers to me generally as honey, girl, sweetheart, or mama, we usually chat every morning that I pass his office.  Eddie has saved me a few times from being caught in the rain without an umbrella and on Fridays we tend to trade bad jokes.  He is funnier than me.

Last Thursday on my walk in I knew I was in some trouble when Eddie actually stood up and put his hand out to stop me.  “Where you been, mama? I haven’t seen you round.”  I told him, “Yeah, I was traveling a bit doing the family thing.”  He responded, “Ah, maybe that’s why you look like [expletive].”  But he recovered nicely with, “Don’t worry, it will be OK.  You know why?”  “No, why,” I asked.  He said, “Because I have a plan.  I’m going to rob a bank, buy a house, get new teeth and then ask you on a date.”

Thanks, Eddie, I needed that.