Sunday, May 31, 2009

Saturday, May 30, 2009

It’s the misplaced Ivy League graduates who network in their sleep and pine for Manhattan.
It’s overhearing this conversation between two women at a farmers market:
Woman 1: I didn’t know this was your farmers market.
Woman 2: This is one of my farmers markets.

Friday, May 29, 2009

Thursday, May 28, 2009

It’s Bichon Fris├ęs sporting Juicy Couture.
It's:

Wednesday, May 27, 2009

It's what remains when you subtract 100% bullshit from 110% charm.

Tuesday, May 26, 2009

My family was visiting this weekend from Northern California, and they had the following observations to contribute...

It’s The 405.

It’s people who smoke while driving.

It’s the woman wearing flip-flops and socks at 8:30 in the morning.

It’s the guy selling oranges at the end of the freeway off-ramp.

Monday, May 25, 2009

Sunday, May 24, 2009

It’s the bumper cars dubbed “Inkie’s SIG Alert” at the Santa Monica Pier.

Saturday, May 23, 2009

It’s mail carriers on cellular phones.

Thursday, May 21, 2009

It’s an Adopt-A-Highway sponsored by Rosie O’Donnell.

Wednesday, May 20, 2009

It’s self-deprecating blondes who trade on the perception of airheadedness.

Tuesday, May 19, 2009

It’s dropping major ducats on a pair of sunglasses.
It’s having solar panel envy.

Monday, May 18, 2009

It’s when your dog warns you that an earthquake is about to strike.

Sunday, May 17, 2009

It’s where dreamers become waiters.

Saturday, May 16, 2009

It’s people who walk their cells while talking on their dogphones.

Friday, May 15, 2009

It’s a wide screen world full of skinny people.

Thursday, May 14, 2009

It’s saving Mono Lake and freeing Winona.

Wednesday, May 13, 2009

It’s the guys who make a living off of my recycling.

Tuesday, May 12, 2009

It’s grumpy, vegan hipsters in retro Volvos fueled by vegetable oil.

Monday, May 11, 2009

It’s having not one, but two farmers’ markets within walking distance.

Sunday, May 10, 2009

It’s overhearing an 11-year-old tennis player say to his 11-year-old tennis player friend at tennis practice, “The best thing for you to do would be to f*^# somebody else. Ignore her.”

Friday, May 8, 2009

It’s May Grey, June Gloom and July Fry.
It's the fleet of Priuses patrolling the green streets of Santa Monica.

Thursday, May 7, 2009

It’s using the word “simpatico” unironically.

Wednesday, May 6, 2009

It's the neighbor who asks if she can cut the new growths off my prickly pear cactus so she can eat them.

Tuesday, May 5, 2009

It’s the clear and present danger of coming across a rattlesnake while hiking.

Saturday, May 2, 2009

It’s the way the petals of the blossoms from the jacaranda trees fall like purple rain.
It’s a madcap collage of up-and-comers, It Girls, has-beens and hangers-on.

Friday, May 1, 2009

It’s clouds that look like base stars.
The sun reflected as fire in the window of the lifeguard tower.
A pelican gliding over the crest of the wave.
And the roar of the ocean as heard from the pool.

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It's So Cal is a space where I will comment upon the fascinating and baffling desert in which I live, Southern California. The name comes from one of the greatest movie lines in one of the greatest movies of all time, which also takes place in Southern California, Chinatown. My version: "Forget it, Stacey. It's So Cal."

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