Monthly Archives: January 2018

Here’s to yourself, Horseplayer of ’murrika! May all the planets (and their satellites!) align so you can hit every celestial exotic wager you make, though we all understand that will not be possible.

Again, feels like springtime already over here. Granted, it’s more like the uncertain wobbly springtime of early April, a mix of sun, clouds and a low sky, but there’s a springtime feeling nonetheless. How’s things by you? Well, that’s good!

Five Mondays in January 2018! Winter is still here! The forecast high for Studio City today: 81°F at 2 p.m. PST. For the coming week, a range of max daily temps between 78°F and 81°F. Not much variance there. Five … Continue reading →

There’s no listening to WQXR or KUSC this weekend without being reminded that Mozart was born around this part of the calendar in 1756. Now, if you’re going to be creative, why not create something immortal, like Mistah Mozart here, … Continue reading →

Pegasus Day! Scrub on over to 10:30 or thereabouts for a look at the original Pegasus Restaurant/Dining Room.

Kevork The Rocky Mountain Spotted Retriever & The One-Eyed Pug, here together for the first time, thanks to the burgeoning pet-fetishization industry now responsible for 97pc of the U.S. GDP. Woof!

Mark E. Smith, R.I.P. Can’t say we were big fans of his band, The Fall. However, their influence on the great art-damaged bands of the 1990s and 2000s — looking at you, Pavement! — cannot be denied.

This is the mark of genius, right here. The actress in the above clip has just been nominated for an Academy Award for a bravura performance in an artsy, critically acclaimed motion picture, which itself was nominated for Best Picture. … Continue reading →

You know, it’s part of being compulsive general-knowledge/world-geography nerds that we are drawn to the programmes of the BBC World Service and the good Marco Werman show called PRI’s The World. So when the announcement came this morning of the … Continue reading →

Here’s hoping that the immortal Nick Foles has a stronger intestinal fortitude than the last Iggles Super Bowl QB had.