Even though Lincoln Heights is home to the Art Colony known as the Brewery, for some strange reason we keep getting stuck with really shitty public art. I mean, I know most art is pretty crappy anyways but you’d figure the odds that in a neighborhood with a whole damn colony of artists (barf) we would have some nicer things to look at than the stuff that keeps getting imposed on us.
Take for example the recent art installation near the LH Gold Line station. As the picture above shows, it’s some geometric shapes in black and white. Boring!
Look, I don’t mean to make fun of grammar deficiencies, I’m fine when people can just communicate what they mean to me even if it isn’t in the preferred method defined by some English Academics. But I did have to laugh when I recently visited the King Taco website (hmm, what is wrong with me?) and they had this glaring error on their site: compliment instead of complement under their Side Orders.
Are you supposed to say nice things to the side of beans and rice? Haha, that’s what happens when English isn’t your first language.
I’ve seen a few outposts of Tacos El Gavilan, a small local chain around greater LA, but hadn’t thought much about giving them a try. Usually taquerias are difficult (but not impossible) territory for vegetarians. I recently asked a young Mexican-American co-worker about her favorite Mexican spots, and this was on her list. Good enough for me. An affordable adventure to a new food place on a lazy Saturday? I’m in!
Let’s pay a visit to their nearby spot on S. Broadway and Vernon.
I was driving down Colorado in Eagle Rock when I turned all the way around to take a pic of this mural I spotted that is easily one of the worst in recent memory. In the top 10 of the worst. Maybe top 5. At least it makes it on my list of ugliest murals. Is it the Sharpie eyebrows? Nah, prob not. Maybe the weird eyes? Yeah, maybe. Most likely its the freakishly large hands over a Mason jar full of green juice. Where is the parent to stop this kid from drinking radioactive sludge?
I hope that Tempest game behind him comes and takes him away!
Revealing Update Below!
Do you remember back when people used to visit restaurants, kitchens, and food trucks to purchase food items just to eat? You know, back in the days when you ate food because you were hungry? Cuz that other option of starving and dying was kinda lame? Well, that need has never left us and humans still have that instinct for nourishment, the basis of daily survival. It just seems to have disappeared because somewhere along the way, the food delivery systems we rely on to provide us with calories, decided to also dabble with the profit motive monster that hovers over everything, and it’s begun to chart the course of our regular meals. Fusion trucks, recreational eateries, tourist destinations, meals as entertainment: it’s the new norm. Yeah, it might be a fun night out, a nice way to meet up with old friends, a safe way to “explore” the inner city, another notch for your Instagram identity, but goddamn is it annoying when you just want to take care of a base necessity.
Ahh, the good old days. Will they ever return?
And in comic form! I made this little page – ooooooh, quien sabe, hace un chingo – back when I first got this website going and learned about easy to use WYSISYG page builders, as you will surely notice. Please excuse the terrible scans and illegible text, they are a window into the technology of the time. I did the actual comic by cutting out lil’ pieces of paper, writing on them, and pasting over the word bubbles of some generic Mexican novela I bought at one of the green wooden shacks on Broadway in downtown. Yes, it may be hard to believe, but before the arrival of tepid tourists lured by slutty egg sandwiches and suburbanites playing at adventure before they settle down forever in a gated community, El Centro was a place where all kinds of interesting things could be had and experienced. The newstands carried newspapers people read, ¡Alarma! magazines that required intestinal fortitude to consider a peek, and my favorite, the box of recycled brown inked novelas. For something like 4 for a buck, you could pick any of your choice, from Libro Sentimental, Historia Semanal, Novela Policiaca, or the one I got these graphics from, El Romance Mensual. And since I didn’t care for the stories (just the graphics please) they were a bargain!
But anyways…so yeah, the shitty thing you are about to read, if you so choose, is a true story, names changed to protect the innocent until proven guilty. It’s basically a where are they now vignette after those euphoric times when we were in the streets and it felt like the whole of this miserable society was surely about to collapse in this time of reckoning. I guess I was off by a few years, eh? Soon!
Click here for the heart warming tale!