tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-55137088897540521542024-03-12T18:02:24.061-07:00Dirty In Downtown L.A.Dirty In Downtown L.A.http://www.blogger.com/profile/18172630024876789907noreply@blogger.comBlogger12125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5513708889754052154.post-89489661300494270092009-09-15T10:59:00.000-07:002009-09-15T11:03:00.958-07:00You Cheating Bitch!!!I may have to break-up with <a href="http://www.thelacafe.com/">LA Cafe</a>. I love you baby, but I've recently found out you're cheating on me. Please just be honest, because I've seen you with "them". You're whoring yourself out to the enormous douche-bag yuppies that have suddenly invaded Spring St. over the last couple of months.<br /><br />With SB Lofts opening of their newest building on the corner of Spring and 7th, and with ridiculously cheap rent to boot, LA Cafe has reaped the benefits of the influx of lame, stupid-faced, Hollywood transplants, who, after going to the art-walk once or twice, decided they wanted to stow-away inside downtown's semi-cool community and populate and spoil our echelon with their stupid white-fluffy dogs, Gap khakis, and lame Clark Kent haircuts.<br /><br />I've been going to LA Cafe every Saturday and Sunday for two years, and this past Sunday, at my normal arrival time, there was not only nary a table available, but an actual line out the door to order. And the wait wasn't due to the usual douche-able FIDIM poser/hipsters-- I'm used to those losers-- it was full of the same awful people you'd find holding court at Toast or Kings Road Cafe in Hollywood.<br /><br />Where did you vile people come from?! Go back home to your Spanish-style homecomb adobe dwellings!<br /><br />Am I a class warrior? A social snob? A *bleepin* ass&$%le? Yeah, probably. But I want my downtown back, and I want my LA Cafe back!<div><br /></div><div><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__dNBOd_NIo0/Sq_WaXNqTsI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/SuiCwSDR2yg/s1600-h/Picture+1.png"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 280px; height: 246px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__dNBOd_NIo0/Sq_WaXNqTsI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/SuiCwSDR2yg/s400/Picture+1.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381755828127289026" /></a></div>Dirty In Downtown L.A.http://www.blogger.com/profile/18172630024876789907noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5513708889754052154.post-90492671364078993272009-08-27T12:00:00.001-07:002009-08-27T12:00:58.397-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__dNBOd_NIo0/SpbX31uzgmI/AAAAAAAAAEI/MqGWXRe6kxY/s1600-h/Gem.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 301px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__dNBOd_NIo0/SpbX31uzgmI/AAAAAAAAAEI/MqGWXRe6kxY/s400/Gem.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374720559629435490" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__dNBOd_NIo0/SpbXzZfSWGI/AAAAAAAAAEA/fO-UmFyxs-I/s1600-h/Life.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 258px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__dNBOd_NIo0/SpbXzZfSWGI/AAAAAAAAAEA/fO-UmFyxs-I/s400/Life.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374720483328677986" /></a>Dirty In Downtown L.A.http://www.blogger.com/profile/18172630024876789907noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5513708889754052154.post-6138614024361009042009-06-25T10:18:00.000-07:002009-06-25T10:21:56.398-07:00HOLY SHIT!The headline says it all. And while I promise I'm not going to continue just posting movie trailers/shorts... dude, fucking check out REC 2 (the sequel to the spanish zombie-film).<br /><br /><object width="560" height="340"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ifmFMfcg7VE&hl=en&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ifmFMfcg7VE&hl=en&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"></embed></object>Dirty In Downtown L.A.http://www.blogger.com/profile/18172630024876789907noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5513708889754052154.post-53275993729014424892009-06-04T10:52:00.000-07:002009-06-04T10:58:05.599-07:00Big Swords+Post Apocalypse=BAD ASS!!!Though I've learned that this has been around for awhile, it's new to us! Check out director <a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm2446483/">Ben Hibon's</a> visionary short.<div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10px; white-space: pre; "><object width="445" height="364"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/OmeP1YkaeTo&hl=en&fs=1&rel=0&color1=0x3a3a3a&color2=0x999999&border=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/OmeP1YkaeTo&hl=en&fs=1&rel=0&color1=0x3a3a3a&color2=0x999999&border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"></embed></object></span><br /></div>Dirty In Downtown L.A.http://www.blogger.com/profile/18172630024876789907noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5513708889754052154.post-90796645573435964292009-06-02T16:14:00.000-07:002009-06-02T16:24:22.739-07:00Top 10 Things I Love About Myself<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(85, 85, 85); font-family:arial;font-size:12px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">1) </span>My gentle, yet contagious laugh. (It can't help but put a smile on your face.) </span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(85, 85, 85); font-family:arial;font-size:12px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">2) </span>My generous sense of charity. (Though I've often confused hipsters and homeless people, and too many times have given change to an undeserving, deep plunging v-neck wearing douche-bag.) </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(85, 85, 85); font-family:arial;font-size:12px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">3) </span>My luscious hair (I know, right?!) </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(85, 85, 85); font-family:arial;font-size:12px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">4) </span>The way I spell "colour" (so cultured...so cultured) </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(85, 85, 85); font-family:arial;font-size:12px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">5)</span> My dimples (two words: A. Dorable.) </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(85, 85, 85); font-family:arial;font-size:12px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">6) </span>Abs that could double as a cheese-grate. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(85, 85, 85); font-family:arial;font-size:12px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">7)</span> An unquenchable sense of adventure. (once, I drove to Calabasas!) </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(85, 85, 85); font-family:arial;font-size:12px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">8)</span> Rock-solid, no... DIAMOND-solid integrity (but best if you make the check out to 'cash') </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(85, 85, 85); font-family:arial;font-size:12px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">9) </span>The way I embrace the whole of humanity (just no Irish. Or Jews. Yikes, not a very p.c. thing to say. Ok, Irish are fine.) </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(85, 85, 85); font-family:arial;font-size:12px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">10) </span>And aren't I just friggin' hilarious? Yeah, you just don't wanna be there when the laughter stops, you know. It just gets ugly. And a little sad. Well, mostly sad. And slightly emasculating....... i have a <a href="http://247wallst.files.wordpress.com/2009/04/sad_clown.jpg">tiny penis</a>.</span><br /></div>Dirty In Downtown L.A.http://www.blogger.com/profile/18172630024876789907noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5513708889754052154.post-61075555724830073532009-06-02T15:42:00.000-07:002009-06-15T10:33:05.256-07:00FIND US ON YELPLike a bold, strongly pressed period at the end of the sentence, "<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">We have no life.</span>".... we are now on yelp.com, where you can read our mini-reviews on the gamut of restaurants and local businesses in downtown L.A.<div><br /></div><div>Why not post our reviews on this blog?.... then this blog would be nothing but reviews, instead of amazingly witty quips on downtown life in general. Duh.</div><div><br /></div><div>Find us at: <a href="http://www.chetjohnson.yelp.com">www.chetjohnson.yelp.com</a></div><div><br /></div><div>Bookmark that shit, yo!</div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__dNBOd_NIo0/SiWshgz1P6I/AAAAAAAAAD4/vBmlCBClpEY/s1600-h/Picture+3.png"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 348px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__dNBOd_NIo0/SiWshgz1P6I/AAAAAAAAAD4/vBmlCBClpEY/s400/Picture+3.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342866224687955874" /></a></div>Dirty In Downtown L.A.http://www.blogger.com/profile/18172630024876789907noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5513708889754052154.post-53321472953288086332009-01-27T17:02:00.000-08:002009-01-27T18:47:15.041-08:00More Caffeine Plz!Whoo-f'ing-hoo!!!<div><br /></div><div>Now, while the <a href="http://img147.imageshack.us/img147/9412/bordersbe1.jpg">small, habitable section of downtown</a> needs another coffee shop like I need another hole in my brain<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"> (last Saturday's bender at </span><a href="http://www.yelp.com/biz/the-association-los-angeles-2"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">The Association</span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"> is probably responsible for me losing all my memories from 1997)</span>, I certainly won't mind when the area's newest place to drop $17 dollars a week on coffee is right next to the entrance of my building. </div><div><br /></div><div>Looks like the caffeine gods have chosen to erect <a href="http://www.angelenic.com/6546/spring-for-coffee-new-cafe-headed-to-sb-lofts/">another place of worship</a> in their honor, and that's fine by me. Not so fine for <a href="http://www.yelp.com/biz/la-cafe-los-angeles">L.A. Cafe</a>, which is/had been the daily recipient of a small portion of my hard earned cash and peddler to my addictions. And while this new place looks like it can <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">maybe</span> have enough room for a single Braun coffee maker and perhaps a retired jockey-turned-barista, I will say that for my to-go needs, this place will be my new Mecca...</div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__dNBOd_NIo0/SX-91td2hVI/AAAAAAAAADg/Hl2P75KRRmY/s1600-h/Money+Pit.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__dNBOd_NIo0/SX-91td2hVI/AAAAAAAAADg/Hl2P75KRRmY/s400/Money+Pit.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296160417246512466" /></a><br /></div><div>...Unless of course they make shitty coffee. Oh, who am I kidding?-- L.A. Cafe's coffee was really crappy and weak, but now I've drank so much of it, I have fooled myself into thinking it's good. Kind of like this fat-chick I used to date... much like LA Cafe's coffee, she was not the quality I was used to; she was bitter, rarely satisfying, and I had to cover her up with the equivalent of lots of cream and sugar-- which in her case was beer and more beer. But eventually, I got used to her, because I <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">had </span>to; she was the only thing around. And now, even if this new joint isn't Alessandra Ambrosio, well Hell, I can work with it.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__dNBOd_NIo0/SX-9fzUttcI/AAAAAAAAADY/tAbNc0pgpWw/s1600-h/Ally%26Coffee.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 289px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__dNBOd_NIo0/SX-9fzUttcI/AAAAAAAAADY/tAbNc0pgpWw/s400/Ally%26Coffee.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296160040861676994" /></a><br /></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">**Scheduled to open sometime in Feb.</span>Dirty In Downtown L.A.http://www.blogger.com/profile/18172630024876789907noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5513708889754052154.post-86790433431836965172009-01-20T11:45:00.000-08:002009-01-20T12:14:05.692-08:00Give Us Our Dog Park, Damnit!<span class="Apple-style-span" style="">If you live downtown, more than likely you own a dog. It's just a fact. Right now the city is deciding whether or not to redesign a part of Pershing Square into a dog park, or at least a dog-run. Please visit the <a href="http://www.angelenic.com/6666/sound-off-pershing-square-dog-park/comment-page-1/#comment-25948">community board</a> and show your support by posting a comment in favor of this proposal. You don't have to be apart of the website that hosts the board, you can just comment anonymously. </span><div><br /></div><div>These comments are going to be taken to the deciding committee and can/will help contribute toward a passing. </div><div><br /></div><div>Seriously, folks... I need a place where I can shamelessly pick-up chicks with <a href="http://img88.imageshack.us/my.php?image=picture2kz1.jpg">my new puppy</a>. What's that, honey? Oh, that's right, we both write this blog and you just read the previous sentence. That's obviously a typo. What I <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">meant</span> to say was, I love you; you are the most wonderful thing to ever happen to me, and that whole <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">"picking up girls with a puppy" </span>is just a bit of my 'ol British humor that you Americans don't always get. Huh? Ok, so I know I'm not British. What's that? Why are you yelling?... <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">Here, look at the puppy!</span></div><div><br /></div><div>(Here is our new puppy for reals.)</div><div><br /></div><div><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZeS9N9Lfw9w&hl=en&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZeS9N9Lfw9w&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /></div>Dirty In Downtown L.A.http://www.blogger.com/profile/18172630024876789907noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5513708889754052154.post-75496360674803652082009-01-20T10:58:00.001-08:002009-01-20T11:00:08.634-08:00The New GuyNice work, dude. Now don't fuck it up.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__dNBOd_NIo0/SXYfACTpmsI/AAAAAAAAADQ/fVCoOpBUq7s/s1600-h/Picture+2.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__dNBOd_NIo0/SXYfACTpmsI/AAAAAAAAADQ/fVCoOpBUq7s/s400/Picture+2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293452497500347074" /></a>Dirty In Downtown L.A.http://www.blogger.com/profile/18172630024876789907noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5513708889754052154.post-67939906038844132612009-01-05T14:38:00.000-08:002009-01-05T18:59:45.790-08:00HIPSTER HEX<span style="font-style:italic;">Why are downtown dwellers typecast as <em>“Trend-Jumping Hipsters”</em> by the rest of L.A.?</span><br /><br /><strong>Here is downtown’s official press release regarding the ‘Hipster Question’:</strong> We <em>loathe</em> hipsters. We mock hipsters. We are livid when hipsters overrun our favorite haunts and claim our territories, antagonizing us with their a-symetrical hairstyles, man-liner, home-made underground band t-shirts, and regurgitated Chuck Klosterman. <br /><br />And nothing is more <span style="text-decoration: line-through;">gay</span> annoying than the twenty-something poser emo-punk who has bi-weekly raids on Urban Outfitters, American Apparel, and <a href="http://losangeles.metromix.com/style/vintage/aardvarks-odd-ark-melrose-district/95847/content">Aardvarks</a> on Melrose to acquire slightly differing versions of the necessary uniform: skinny jeans, tight fitted t-shirt, track jacket, artfully arranged neck scarf, optional fedora or beanie worn on the top of the hairline, copy-cat <a href="http://mp3review.name/wp-content/uploads/2007/02/Yeah%20Yeah%20Yeahs.jpg">Karen O haircuts</a>, and let’s not forget, the most fucking RETARDED hipster accessory sweeping the market right now: <a href="http://store.americanapparel.net/zoeeg.html">bad, fake 80’s style eye-glasses</a> with either cloudy plastic fake lenses, <em>or fuck</em>, no lens at all! Seriously, what the fuck are you doing, <a href="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c345/lilmisspriss888/Pink%20Rock%20Candy/AmAp-VintageEyewear.jpg">you fucking fucks?</a><br /><br /><strong>And can we address the “skinny pants that sit too low”;</strong> Fucking stop. No, seriously, I’m not kidding. <span style="text-decoration: underline;">Guys</span>: not one ounce of masculinity lies in seeing every stringy muscle in your chicken legs. <span style="text-decoration: underline;">Girls</span>: not one ounce of femininity lies in seeing your muffin top. Also, plumber’s-crack is gross on plumbers AND on hipster girls. So, now that you know, get fucking pants that fit normally. You can still have them fatigued and ripped and pretend to be anti-mainstream, yet still pay $250 for a “non-label“.... <span style="text-decoration: underline;">but just make them flatter you</span>.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__dNBOd_NIo0/SWLIlpt9YeI/AAAAAAAAADI/Q96-kfwWQEc/s1600-h/Picture+11.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 363px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__dNBOd_NIo0/SWLIlpt9YeI/AAAAAAAAADI/Q96-kfwWQEc/s400/Picture+11.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288009461665718754" /></a><br /><br />Hipsters all seem to ascribe to the same fashion icon and quite frankly they should burn him in effigy. While they’re at, I hope they'll burn all their "<em>Dashboard Confessional</em>" albums (on vinyl as only hipsters are cool enough to obtain), because I think that dude singer contributed largely to this issue.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__dNBOd_NIo0/SWLEjWv6JtI/AAAAAAAAACo/C8PCECxjjZw/s1600-h/Dashboard.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 314px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__dNBOd_NIo0/SWLEjWv6JtI/AAAAAAAAACo/C8PCECxjjZw/s400/Dashboard.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288005024167372498" /></a><br /><br />Why am I hating on hipsters? One, because it’s fun. Two, because I'm starting to wrinkle and their baby skin disgusts me. And three, because we are assumed to be or get called hipsters by the denizens of other parts of Los Angeles, <span style="text-decoration: underline;">just</span> by living downtown. <em>REALLY?!!</em> Dude, I don't have the time to put that much thought into where I live, I just know how to pick what I like. Last time I checked I wasn't wearing a scarf in 90 degree weather.<br /><br />We moved downtown because the rest of Los Angeles is slightly depressing. Flat, dismal stretches of strip-malls... neon... dead palm trees and 100’s billboards. We moved here because a part of our hearts (a large chunk, actually) still belongs to Chicago and other East Coast architecturally beautiful cities. We wanted to feel like we lived in a REAL city where we know our neighbors, have a regular coffee shop, bars that aren’t packed with <a href="http://www.clubzone.com/photos/gallery13585_p598246.html">these people</a>, and <a href="http://www.publicartinla.com/art_buildings/standardoil.html">beautiful buildings and edifices</a>. The idea that we might be able to create a home somewhere that could <strong>feel</strong> like home is an otherwise lost idea when thinking of Los Angeles.<br /><br />We love our loft. The brick is older than our grandparents; the view is of other high-rises. It's exhilarating ... more creatively stimulating than a carbon copy box apartment. The idea that artists of all types and levels of expertise can contribute to the <a href="http://www.bgfa.us/daw/">artwalk</a> is lovely. The sense of community down here is astounding in a city often chided for being so big and so vast that people remain isolated. The blend of cultures right outside our building is incredible. We are within walking distance of Little Tokyo, Chinatown, Olivarius Street, the financial block, Pershing Square, L.A. Live, Disney Concert Hall, the MOCA, and also have immediate multi-freeway access. It takes 16 minutes to get to Santa Monica. 19 minutes to The Grove. 23 minutes to Pasadena. 12 to Burbank. 29 to LAX. 36 to Hermosa Pier...<br /><br />This first year downtown has made me proud to be an Angeleno. <em>Who the fuck would want to say that otherwise?</em><br /><br />But back to the issue of hipsters. I work in Hollywood and happily make the drive in exchange for living in this area. Recently, a co-worker asked where I live this past week and I was not prepared for his response when I answered "Downtown." He rolled his eyes. He shook his head. And he let forth a litany about how bad downtown is, how worthless--and how I needed to stop trying to be such a HIPSTER and edgy by claiming to be a passionate resident of the area. I think his exact words were <em>"Stop being a stupid damn hipster and move already out of that shit-hole." </em>I lost my temper. I NEVER LOSE MY TEMPER. It was quite startling for even me. I still haven't actually figured out if it was the calling me a hipster that did it, or the bagging on downtown Los Angeles. I resent the idea that downtown should be given up upon ... and I really resent the notion that those of us that want to invest in it and commit to supporting it are nothing but self-congratulating hipsters. Ew. Not cool. <br /><br />I'm proud to live here. Proud to be a part of the first wave. We can't wait to see the area get better and better. But we aren't cool kids wanting to come off artsy and underground. We are two fully grown nerds who like comic books, sci-fi movies, buying sweaters for our dogs, and shopping at Bed Bath & Beyond. We aren't rich enough to be called yuppies yet, so don't even try. Just promise me you won't call us "Hipsters."<br /><br />Now excuse me while I go put up my newest Shepard Fairey poster and listen to "Blonde Redhead." <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__dNBOd_NIo0/SWLEtZvx7II/AAAAAAAAACw/haOlhdnXMaQ/s1600-h/Storm+Hipster.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 252px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__dNBOd_NIo0/SWLEtZvx7II/AAAAAAAAACw/haOlhdnXMaQ/s400/Storm+Hipster.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288005196770831490" /></a><div><br /></div><br /><object width="480" height="295"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/X5-rGN0ou_4&hl=en&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/X5-rGN0ou_4&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"></embed></object>Dirty In Downtown L.A.http://www.blogger.com/profile/18172630024876789907noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5513708889754052154.post-74792625808101118072008-11-19T19:14:00.000-08:002008-11-21T14:10:47.380-08:00REAR WINDOW (tee-hee)I’d like to bring to light, a grave and serious problem that is currently affecting downtown Los Angeles.<br /><br />We, for two, are OUTRAGED, as said problem-- <em>if it were righted the way that it should be</em>-- was one of the weighing factors of why we moved down here to begin with.<br /><br />I am speaking, <em>of course</em>, of the severe <strong>LACK </strong>of people having sex in front of windows in their loft-buildings.<br /><br />From our primary bank of windows, we can see seven, yes, <em>seven</em> loft buildings, averaging nine stories a piece and twenty-one large windows per side. ...And after almost of year of living down here, there has <strong>yet</strong> to be a single siting of fellow loft-dwellers pressin’ bellies!!! <em>Not even</em> casual sauntering around in the nude! Can I get a collective <em>WTF?!<br /><br /></em>I don’t get it: In any stalker-thriller movie or National Lampoon/American Pie installation, there are ALWAYS people either getting it on or getting undressed in front of windows. And isn’t art supposed to imitate life? So, what gives?<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__dNBOd_NIo0/SScxvDS07jI/AAAAAAAAACQ/yBiOsCTHpOA/s1600-h/national_lampoons_animal_house_0-1.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 224px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__dNBOd_NIo0/SScxvDS07jI/AAAAAAAAACQ/yBiOsCTHpOA/s400/national_lampoons_animal_house_0-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271236573268340274" /></a><br /><br />We can only think of two reasons: <strong>1)</strong> The majority of downtown is made-up of Catholics who have an innate amount of good ‘ol fashion <em><strong>shame</strong></em>...something thought all but extinct in this “liberal” state until the recent passing of Prop 8... <em>(which is a flimsy connection between the two, but god-damn, doesn’t Prop 8 passing just piss-you-the-fuck-off?)<br /></em>... or <strong>2)</strong> You people have stage-fright, some kind of exhibition-phobia, or your bed/furniture is too far away from the window (which are three reasons, but in the interest of brevity...)<br /><br />We’re in this together, downtown Los Angeles. We are at a defining moment in our history. Our private sex lives are without spectacle. Our voyeuristic-kink is in peril. Our hearts are broken. <span style="text-decoration: line-through;">Our economy is out of balance. Our educational system fails too many of our children. </span><br /><br />If there’s anyone out there, who still doubts that downtown Los Angeles is a place where anything is possible... who still wonders if the dream of viewable nudity through binoculars is alive in our time...let the collective cries of our community be your answer. It’s the answer spoken by young and old, rich and poor, democrat and republican, black, white, hispanic, asian, native american, gay, straight, disabled and not-disabled; Downtown-ers who send a message to all of Los Angeles... that we have <span style="text-decoration: underline;">never</span> been a collection of individuals who do not enjoy spying on our naked neighbors.... we are and always will be, Peeping-Tom’s!!!<br /><br />It’s the answer that lead those--- <em>who’ve been told for so long, by so many, that we are perverted and dirty and cynical about what we can achiev</em>e--- to put our hands on the “<a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Penis#Erection">arc of history</a>” and bend it once more toward the hope of a better day.<br /><br />Downtown, we have come so far... we have seen so much, but there’s so much more nudity to see (...and people boning). So tonight, let us ask ourselves, if our children should live to see the next century, if my daughters should be so lucky to live as long as Ann Nixon Cooper, <em>what nudity will they see?</em> What progress will we have made? This is our chance to answer that call. This is our moment. This is our time to put our people back to <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PBG9pumK2ak">work</a> and open the drapes of opportunity; To reclaim the American dream and reaffirm that fundamental truth that out of many, we at least should be able to catch one couple gettin’ it on; that while we breathe, we hope for a glimpse....<br /><br />And where we are met with cynicism and doubt, and <a href="http://www.croatianhistory.net/gif/kansas/kansas13.jpg">those</a> who tell us that we can’t, we will respond with that timeless creed that sums up the spirit of a <span style="text-decoration: line-through;">horny</span> people: <em><strong>YES, WE CAN.</strong></em><br /><br />Thank you. God bless you. And may God bless downtown Los Angeles.<div><br /></div><div><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__dNBOd_NIo0/SSYJHgKJgRI/AAAAAAAAACI/z9GWV6SvjEk/s320/Picture+3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270910438379979026" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 212px; " /><br /></div><div><br /></div>Dirty In Downtown L.A.http://www.blogger.com/profile/18172630024876789907noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5513708889754052154.post-5853594403251540302008-11-19T16:26:00.000-08:002008-11-19T19:14:21.562-08:00Uh, Is This Thing On...?<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__dNBOd_NIo0/SSS3778MUmI/AAAAAAAAABc/6y0FJnfaZUw/s1600-h/mordor+copy.jpg"></a><br />Making our own contribution to the wasteland of blogs in this realm we call the <a href="http://www.google.com/search?client=safari&rls=en-us&q=porn&ie=UTF-8&oe=UTF-8">internet</a>, we plant our own flag <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">here</span>, in this little corner that we're calling, <strong>"Dirty In Downtown L.A."</strong><br /><br />And although the title of this blog has many implied sexual connotations, realize that we simply named it knowing all you perverts would navigate here hoping to see home-grown couples porn or some kind of downtown L.A. swinger's society...<br /><br />Alas, you silly sicko degenerates, you will get no such pleasure from us. Cheap trick? Absolutely. And you fell for it. Cause you're a <a href="http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=sucka">freak</a>.<br /><br />The title is MORE fitting for the actual condition of <a href="http://maps.google.com/maps?client=safari&rls=en-us&q=downtown+los+angeles&ie=UTF-8&oe=UTF-8&um=1&sa=X&oi=geocode_result&resnum=1&ct=title">Downtown Los Angeles</a>... but I suppose that's not really fair to say. The city has done a great job of cleaning up down here the last couple of years and have continued so in the year-plus we've lived downtown ourselves. But still, sometimes it feels like I'm eating the air down here and there's always a thick layer of black pollution nestled in the moldings of the window sills in our loft. However, you still can't beat the trapped smog clouds in the Valley in the summertime. Delicious. <br /><br />Anyway, <em>so what the fuck is this blog about? </em><br /><br />Well, we conceived it mainly with the intention of profiling life and living in downtown L.A. -- which has often been viewed as a veritable <em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">Mordor</span></span></em> compared to the rest of Los Angeles or at best, something out of <em><a href="http://www.hbo.com/thewire/">The Wire</a></em>. <div><br /></div><div><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__dNBOd_NIo0/SSS3778MUmI/AAAAAAAAABc/6y0FJnfaZUw/s320/mordor+copy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270539704260645474" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 238px; " /><div>We wanted to show that normal, working, smart people actually choose to live downtown and co-exist with the rest of the crack-heads, hookers, and vagrants... who I <em>WILL </em>say are much better company than any of the <a href="http://www.clubzone.com/photos/gallery11706_p502397.html">posers and party-chasers</a> in Hollywood (that's right you fuckers, what up!!)....<br /><br />....But, we'll probably end up just posting pictures and videos of our dogs, meander on about movies, and lampoon ourselves along with the thousands of other highfalutin, la-di-da yuppies down here who speak of downtown like it's Manhattan or Chicago (not you Celia, we love your <a href="http://www.5thandspring.blogspot.com/">blog</a>).<br /><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">SO, TUNE IN AND STAY TUNED KIDDIES....</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></div><div><br /></div></div>Dirty In Downtown L.A.http://www.blogger.com/profile/18172630024876789907noreply@blogger.com1