I’m walkin’ here!

We’ve all had those days where things seem a bit off.  From about Wednesday on I felt it slowly building.  Something doesn’t feel quite right, I kept thinking.  Am I getting enough sleep?  Am I eating right?  I know I’m not exercising because my ankle has been the size of a baseball for a week, but that can’t be the only thing wrong.  What is it?

Sunday morning I sat down with a friend and explained in detail the goings on of the week and weekend trying to figure out what cosmic shift happened in the universe.  The Perseid meteor shower was in full force plus a full moon, was the combination wreaking havoc on my life?

It took one final story about what transpired between a driver of an automobile and me on Saturday for my friend to say, “Oh, you’re having an anxious New York moment instead of a zen-ful Los Angeles one.” Continue reading

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I'm walkin' here!

We’ve all had those days where things seem a bit off.  From about Wednesday on I felt it slowly building.  Something doesn’t feel quite right, I kept thinking.  Am I getting enough sleep?  Am I eating right?  I know I’m not exercising because my ankle has been the size of a baseball for a week, but that can’t be the only thing wrong.  What is it?

Sunday morning I sat down with a friend and explained in detail the goings on of the week and weekend trying to figure out what cosmic shift happened in the universe.  The Perseid meteor shower was in full force plus a full moon, was the combination wreaking havoc on my life?

It took one final story about what transpired between a driver of an automobile and me on Saturday for my friend to say, “Oh, you’re having an anxious New York moment instead of a zen-ful Los Angeles one.” Continue reading

It happened in a flash. . .

I wasn’t paying attention.  The pain in my ankle was distracting me as it was swollen and sore from an old sports injury flaring up again.  I knew Napoleon’s lounging by the front door meant he wanted a quick trip outside.  It wasn’t that late.  Maybe only 8 p.m.  I thought, what’s the harm, let’s go for a walk.

We exited the front of the building.  I stood there for a moment before making my move.  “Let’s go a slightly different route tonight, shall we?”  Napoleon looked up at me as though he understood what I was saying.  He didn’t protest the change, but instead followed me and the dog treat I held in my hand as we set off.

We crossed at the stoplight and began walking. That’s when it happened. Continue reading

Stuck on Innes and Sunset.

I had the great pleasure of attending a Dodgers baseball game this weekend with a good friend. I grew up watching baseball with my dad, and in fact the Dodgers were often the team of choice for my house.

The view.

I once accused my dad of being the reason for my move to Los Angeles. From birth he told me I was going to attend school in California so that we could go to Dodgers games all the time. It might be rumored that Dodger was my first word. OK, that last part is not true.

I’m not sure what I was more excited about, attending my first Dodgers game of the season–I know it’s late, but there has been a lot of unnecessary drama in the McCourt world that turned me off of baseball this season–or riding the free Dodgers Express shuttle.

If you are a Dodgers fan, a baseball fan, or have ever randomly found yourself at Chavez Ravine, you likely noticed the set up (or lack thereof) of the parking lots.  You may have also experienced the hell we call exiting Dodgers Stadium.  Often I end up exiting the stadium on a different side than I entered, which usually confuses me enough that I circle around until I get my bearings to find my way home. To add to the joy of Dodgers Stadium parking, I read somewhere that there is talk of reducing the amount of parking at the stadium. Though, there was also a rumor the Dodgers were going to move to a stadium in DTLA. Who knows what’s fact or fiction these days. Continue reading

To cross or not to cross…that is the question.

I could go on forever about the differences between Los Angeles and New York, and I likely will at some point, but for now let’s focus on crosswalks.  It may sound boring, but I am fascinated by the differing mentalities between Los Angeles pedestrians and New York City pedestrians.

Picture this:  A girl from Los Angeles visiting friends in Brooklyn.  As we walked through the city, everyone would cross the street at any given time, in any given location without rhyme or reason.  The hinderance to crossing occurred when the New York pedestrians begrudgingly waited for cars to pass.  It seems entirely logical.  However, for the girl from Los Angeles, crossing the street in such a manner was foreign…forbidden really.  I’m sure this girl looked like a fish out of water when everyone else crossed the street and she was waiting on the corner for the light.  In her defense, she came around quickly.

Picture this:  A girl from Los Angeles, having recently returned from New York City where she became accustomed to crossing the street the New Yorker way, walking along a sidewalk in Culver City.   The girl may have been texting while walking and not really paying attention, but she was aware enough to notice the cars with the right of way driving.  She stopped at the crosswalk next to three other people also waiting to cross.  Now, not realizing where she was, the girl assumed that she could wait for the other walkers to begin those treacherous steps across the street as her sign to start walking too.  She waited…and waited…and waited.  Finally, when she glanced up from what she was reading, she realized that there were no cars, there was a green light in the direction she was walking, but no one was willing to move.  Why, you might ask.  Because that little man that symbolizes “it’s OK to cross the street now” was not lit.  The girl looked around and saw the “fear of crossing when not allowed” on other pedestrians’ faces.  Taking matters into her own hand, she reached over and pushed the button for the crosswalk.  Low and behold, the little man appeared instantaneously and everyone began to happily cross the street.

Now, I will  never say that (1) New York does it right or (2) I laugh in the face of the law and jaywalk all the time (unless it’s 11pm and I’m walking home alone then all bets are off) or (3) that Los Angeles pedestrians are too timid when crossing the street.  No to all of those.  I actually think the reason we do not cross the street as willy nilly as those crazy New  Yorkers is because there really are police officers ticketing at times (and who wants such an unnecessary ticket), the streets in DTLA are quite a bit wider (at least when comparing DTLA to Williamsburg), and really LA drivers have no idea what to do with pedestrians yet.  I get it.  However, there has to be a middle ground for us.  We should be able to cross the street sans the little man symbol granting us permission!