For those who haven't had the pleasure of doing it, taking an energetic 2-year-old on an airplane feels kind of like transporting a sack of live bees. He's constantly moving, other passengers don't want to sit too close to you and every once in awhile, you get stung.
I see so clearly now how a sense of community is perhaps what we now need more than ever, as more of our time is spent plugged into some technological device or other and the world seems more unstable than ever.
I had bruises the day after my first massage in L.A., the result of some heretofore unknown (by me, anyway) brand of stabbing, poking bodywork. At least it lasted only 90 minutes -- my first haircut here took two days.
Miles of soft sand, swaying palm trees, and the lure of the sparkling ocean make the City of Angels a magnet for surf-and-sun devotees. Yet with over 90 beaches in Los Angeles County, it can be difficult for visiting families to know where to begin.
For years the fine, upstanding residents of both hamlets have fought over which city is better to live in if you're gay. It's one of life's greatest mysteries, unanswered by the greatest minds... until now. I believe it's time to put this fight to bed.
Music takes my breath away. That's not an expression. It actually takes my breath away. I've given it a direct line to my beating heart and when I hear a magical song, it feels like my chest is being cracked open -- ice cubes popped quickly out of a plastic freezer tray.
I want to buy a billboard on Sunset. This billboard will have a bunch of babies: Asian, black, white and Latino, all in cute little clothes, with a slogan that says, "Love ALL Your Customers At First Sight."
In this day and age, there is almost a digital buffer between people and the lives we live. Nearly every interaction is filtered through some sort of screen. L.A.-based fine artist Andrea LaHue, or street artist Random Act, uses life to break free from this technology.
Even with my Russian training, I know better than to have more than two shots of vodka at any one time. Give me a third, and inevitably a headache descends. But I swear I didn't have any vodka over the last few days, so why the pounding headache?