Never you mind why I’m posting this song, I just am, okay? One of my all time favorites and an almost perfect punk tune, so sez me. Click here to download the tube disasters mp3 by Flux of Pink Indians.
With my thick skull, it’s not often I learn stuff so I figured I’d share some of the breakthrough insights I gathered over the weekend. Most of it is meaningless, but you already know that’s my favorite kind of learning! This first item, a pile of broken eggs on Broadway during the heat of the noon sun, wasn’t really something new I learned, just a refresher course: piles of broken eggs on a hot day stink. Fuchi!
There’s something kinda wonderful about public laundromats. I can’t think of any other public place where you congregate with neighbors not for fun or enjoyment, but just to accomplish some tedious regular chore. And you have to deal with all types; the friendly lady that offers you her dryer with a few minutes remaining, the inconsiderate guy that’s trying to hog up all the folding tables even though his stuff isn’t ready, and the noisy mocosos that keep bumping into you as they run by. It’s not a fun experience, not by a long shot, but it does have it’s value as a sort of impromptu public plaza, and if a tamalera happens to come by, then those few wasted hours start looking like a mini-accomplishment.
But somedays are different. You just want to get this shit over with and not have to think about who’s claiming this cart and how come somebody is leaving their dry clothes in the dryer, when everyone else is clearly waiting for them to free up? Those exasperating days, when patience is at a minimum, you wish for a day like the one pictured above: EMPTY! All the washers and dryers for me! No hassles, no bumping, no constant “permiso” and “disculpe.” That occasional moment of laundromat tranquility, when you can zone out to the hum of your own spin cycle, is a sure sign of good things to come. Yes, I am a simple man.
Bonus! Click ahead for some more pics, including a super ending!
I don’t like to follow an HR post with another HR post, it just kinda kills the imaginary flow I think this site might have, but whatever, que se le va hacer? Today I had a light list of tasks which had me over in East LA, but once I was done I was looking for a breakfast place. I was cruising around on my gentle beast looking for some place to pop out at me, to scream “try the HR’s here!” but that wasn’t to be. Instead, I saw a sign for a place called Porky’s and your mild mannered vegetarian reporter had to see what the hell was going on at this restaurant. Porky’s? Really? I am there!
I had to be in Pasadena today so I figured I’d find a place for my breakfast fix. A quick google search on “best huevos rancheros pasadena” gave me a few suggestions and Tonny’s came up a few times, it even showed up as a comment on this blog! (It’s kinda cool and a bit funny when Chanfles! shows up in my searches, but I usually already know what I think. Or thought.) So with those endorsements, my game plan was set!
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When the bar known as Le Blanc’s wants to send you a message, they pull out all the stops. In this case, their austere message regarding “customer” parking “only” really lays down the law; keep your carcancha out of our lot! Unless you plan to drink there, of course. I think this should be the next destination for the Drinkin’ Heights Club.
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