
There was a “Feria de la Familia” over at LH park this weekend, I stopped by to check it out. Here’s a challenge for you: see if you can figure out which corporation sponsored this event. Don’t worry, it’s gonna be easy.

There was a “Feria de la Familia” over at LH park this weekend, I stopped by to check it out. Here’s a challenge for you: see if you can figure out which corporation sponsored this event. Don’t worry, it’s gonna be easy.

It must be hard times for the condo selling racket if they have to resort to plastering flyers on poles to advertise their shockingly beautiful new lofts, must be due to that popping bubble. Poor developers, I feel sorry for the limitations they face with their shoestring advertising budgets, I’m gonna give them some spare change next time they ask. The place is so fucking pretty that I suddenly thought about buying one of them, only they didn’t do the little row of dangling tear-off phone numbers at the bottom of the flyer that Lincoln Heighteans prefer, so I didn’t get the number and now I can’t remember how to get in touch with them. And it’s in that cold and terribly impersonal computery design, when a hand written sign would do much better:

See how much more attractive the personal touch can be? Oh well, I’ll wait for the next $419,999 loft to go on sale, hope it gets posted on the Bi-Rite community board.
I was watching this Julieta Venegas video clip and was surprised to see Anita Tijoux of Makiza making a cameo, que padre! Don’t know who that is? Check out the clip below.

On our local LH email list, someone complained about the ribbons that show up on Broadway during certain holidays, claiming that they stay up too long and start looking like trash. I’m not going to say much about the ribbons as I hate all holidays (well, except Halloween, any that give you time off from work, any that lead to drunken festivals, or any that celebrate worthy historical figures and dates, other than that I hate them all) and thus I am not in a position to make a value judgment on holiday decorations, though I do appreciate the civic minded efforts of the people that put them up. But that complaint got me thinking about trash in general and how people always seem to complain about the litter around town. Usually it’s middle class newcomers to the neighborhood that start the complaining, but often enough it’s also the old time locals fed up with their inability to deal with the problem. In any case, I think its merely a matter of perspective. Click ahead to see what I mean.

Thanks to the generosity of my friend VISA (I don’t have to pay you back, right?) I have a camera again, and just in time to capture this gem. This is behind the clothing store across from the LH Mini-mall and I can’t figure out a reason why someone would take the time to write this out, which makes it especially wonderful! If you look closely it’s done via a bunch of dots stringed together, that had to take some time. I speculate the writing implement was one of those quick touch shoe polish bottles, you know, the kind you use to cover your ratty old dress shoes with a pretend coat of new? Yeah, we noticed.

I’ve kept this default WordPress theme since I first started this shitty blog, and I mostly like it because it gets the job done: it reliably delivers the ‘content’ I provide to the few silly readers that insist on checking in occasionally to see what new lame thought I’ve laid out. I truly appreciate your visits and comments, thus I figure I’d ask you this: do you think it’s time for a change of the WordPress theme on this site?
I’ve seen many good looking sites lately, with all kinds of cool features and snazzy looks, and I’ve contemplated changing things around here, so I figured a bit of web style might not hurt. I know computers enough that it’ll be super easy to change it up, but if readers are fine with the layout, I might as well just keep it as is.
Thus, please make some recommendations for new themes, mention a feature or plugin you’d like to see, suggest some new design concepts even; I’m open to any suggestions.