Release Date: 10/02/07
Extra Extra: Why is the World So Weird Today?
The more we learn about the Temecula shooting that left five people dead, the sadder the story becomes: three of the victims of Sunday's shooting were a mother and her two teenage daughters; the remaining two dead were the mother's boyfriend and his son. A group of men in a Honda Civic opened fire on the driver of a truck on the 91 freeway today; road rage may be the culprit. The victim sustained...
I Am Taking the Subway for the First Time
I have to confess something: despite living in the NoHo Arts District, despite working on Sunset and Vine, despite writing for one of the most public-transit-friendly blogs in the city, I have remained hesitant about taking the Metro to work every morning. I mean, it makes sense: the station in NoHo is about a 10-15 minute walk away, it's a quick 10 minute trip to the Hollywood and Vine station, which drops me conveniently...
Use Your Head when Going Green or Risk Hurting the Environment more than You Help It.
I like to consider myself a green person. I mean every time I leave the house I ask myself if my destination can be reached without a car, which is why I find myself riding a bicycle/subway/bus often. However I always come across others who are gung-ho about nascent eco-trends (drives a Prius, shops only at Whole Foods), who are so caught up in Green Commercialism that they never stop to evaluate its benefit for themselves. You're not positively contributing to the environment just because you drink Fiji water! Oh, and as a side note, the transport of one bottle of Fiji water to your local grocery store burns 1 kilo of fossil fuel, 27 kilos of water, and generates 1.2 pounds of greenhouse gases.
Fall Out Boy Signing Autographs in Their Own Blood
The kids really do get everything. Earlier we told you about a Dodger fan who heckled a future Hall of Famer out of his jockstrap. Now we're getting verification about a rumor we heard that Fall Out Boy were autographing some stuff In Blood!
Congratulations Adam and Nicole!
If it seems like we're doing a lot of contests right now it's because we are. And before we bust with more of our new contests, let's give a shout out to some who won last week. LAist would like to congratulate Adam for winning the Name the Year of the Dog contest. He chose "Pencil" which also happens to be the name of the dog in the film. Not the most creative but...
Win Fall Out Boy at the Forum Tickets
Before we admit to liking Fall Out Boy, we just want to say that the easiest thing in the world to like are the cool things - Sonic Youth, Geto Boys, Iggy, Gwar, The Beasties. But to learn to appreciate something for what it is, and not for the pimply teens who also like it, takes a cultured and courageous critic. Not to mention an honest one.
Deuce Week Hits the Streets
Occasional car nuts that we are, LAist couldn't be more stoked about the big event this weekend. Mid-Wilshire will be crawling with genuine hot rods all this weekend as part of the 75th anniversary of the '32 Ford, affectionately known as The Deuce. The Petersen Automobile Museum will be the focal point for all things Deuce-ish all this weekend, as 750 of the Fords are expected to turn out for what is certainly to be the largest such gathering in recent memory. Fords have been rolling in all week and many of them will be taking up residence on the second floor of the museum for an exhibit lasting through March 20th.
Drive (a hybrid) they said . . .
It happened over the weekend. Crusing into our local Mobile station at Laurel Canyon and Riverside to fill up the not so fuel efficient SUV that is currently our mode of transport, we were met with a very disturbing site. As we gazed up at the white and blue sign it hit us "Gas is almost three bucks a gallon!"
The A&E Report: Crimp My Ride
When the US wanted to smoke Manuel Noriega out of his Panamanian palace, they didn't use tear gas or SWAT teams. They used Oingo Boingo and AC/DC. That's because for just about anyone on the planet, the Highway to Hell is paved with whatever kind of music you don't like. So it would seem that the streets of LA are no place for Central American dictators -- or anyone else for that matter. That's because no matter where you go in this city, there's always some arrogant and entitled jerk blasting his car stereo way too loud.

