Station Fire, La Canada Flintridge, CA. 3:00 pm, 28 August 2009.
Fire over Jet Propulsion Laboratory.
At the entrance to La Vina, Altadena.
Watching the action at the intersection of Windsor and Ventura, Altadena, CA.
NBC sets up.
Northbound on Lincoln Avenue, Pasadena.
All photos © Tim Down
I have a lot of work at the moment, which is good, but I feel that I’m neglecting this blog. Frankly, I’m neglecting your blog too. I’ll try to catch up this weekend.
Why I love the Internet Reason #3: This morning I woke up singing “Lonely Boy” — it just popped into my head. (Sadly, the version in that link above is missing the all-important high note at the end. This is all I can find.) People, that song is classic 70’s pop. I love those lyrics, riddled with shameless sibling rivalry. Lonely Boy is a song that can really be belted out in the shower or your local karaoke bar.
Andrew Gold is the singer/songwriter. But did you know that his mother is Marni Nixon? And did you know she was born Margaret McEathron in Altadena in 1930? I didn’t, and now I do, and that’s Reason #3 why I love the Internet. AND Andrew’s father was Ernest Gold, a composer who worked on countless film and television scores, including one of my all time favs, It’s a Mad, Mad, Mad, Mad World. (Fav line: Lennie Pike: But… this is a little girl’s bike. This is for a little girl.)
Now, let’s peek into this kitchen.
It’s lovely in a timeless 20th century sort of way, isn’t it?
Pasadena Twitter meet-up erratum: Paging Mlle Gramophone…Mlle Gramophone, please step this way for debriefing. We told 9 people you are here when you’re really here. So I’m here with a shout out to Mocha Momma, LeahPeah, Pa Kettle, Go and Go, Adrienne, JSPepper, the Everyday Goddess, and Serena. Please understand that when Mlle G says bscan she really means dbscan as in Daily Brain Scan. Twitter here.
Ahem. Now, some photos by The Scout.
At Ronnie’s Automotive in Altadena, CA, looking toward the Coffee Gallery across the street. I love the Coffee Gallery, even if they do play music (which I find distracting when I’m trying to work).
What year is it?
Here is the mythical man of my dreams.
You see, I have owned my Subaru for over ten years now, and I still don’t have a mechanic who I trust. Going to a dealership is pricey. Finding someone in SoCal who knows Subarus is dicey. Subarus are somewhat rare in SoCal, unlike the Northeast and the Northwest and for all I know the middle north in between.
Here she was her prime (photo credit: Edmunds). Now she’s got dents, and a bit of a putt-putt sound, and some squeaks too. I’m over 215,000 miles and I want this baby to make it to at least 250,000, if not 300,000 if not (gasp!) 500,000. But I’m going to need a Subaru expert to get me there. Or am I mistaken…is familiarity with Subarus not needed? I’ve been to this guy in Orange County, but it seems silly to go so far.
Have you found your mythical mechanic? Are you living happily ever after?
One of the very best things to do after a hard rain in Los Angeles is take a hike up Millard Canyon. So that’s what I did today. Kinda.
I didn’t have my National Forest Adventure Pass with me (required for parking) so I didn’t go all the way up to the big waterfall.
There was some weird white foamy stuff (you can see a bit at the far left) created by the rushing water.
Hearing the water is as much fun as seeing it.
I must go back soon.
Here’s a little more on Millard Canyon.
FYI – That first link (up at the top) says: “Be aware that entrance and exit along Chaney Trail (Road) is between the hours of 6 am and 10 pm only.” The signs I saw today said 8 pm (new number 8’s have been pasted over the 10’s).
For years, I’ve been getting e-mail from Bob Stane at the Coffee Gallery Backstage up in Altadena. He produces a tasty line-up of singer/songwriter types for our listening pleasure.
Imagine my surprise – I’m reading Steve Martin’s Born Standing Up. He mentions appearing at the Ice House in Pasadena, and he mentions Bob Stane–who is the founder of the Ice House!
I feel like a Wings fan who just found out that Paul McCartney was one of the Beatles.