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Downtown and Hollywood are about to get an infusion of stylishness overnight stay options, as hotel mega-chain Marriott has announced plans to partner up with Ian Schrager to bring new boutique hotels to LA called Edition.

"Welcome to My Home." Written, directed, produced, and starring Brenda Dickson. Part I... ...and Part II. Last Autumn I ate so much Halloween candy, Thanksgiving Tofurkey, and Happy Birthday Jesus grocery store sheet cake that I gained five pounds in two months. This year I'm determined not to let that happen again, so I have decided to start a preemptive diet and exercise plan right now before the holiday fattening season is in full...

The appeal of the indie coffehouse hasn't been fully exorcised from my 21st century modus operandi; I suppose I'm Gen X to the core, easily seduced by a yellow-lit room full of mismatched and well-worn furniture, singer-songwriter melodies emanating from low-fi boombox speakers, and walls bearing a wagon-train display of local artists' efforts. This is probably why I was recently tickled pink to rediscover Lulu's Beehive on the Sherman Oaks/Studio City borderline when I wandered in one overly warm morning and tucked into a latte and a look-see at the latest inky LA Weekly. It seems the Beehive and its caffeinated goings-on survived where so many other indies didn't as the mighty 'bucks and Coffee Beans bulldozed their way onto a corner--and corners--near you. Lulu's comes with the prerequisite tables of industry types talking about the Toronto Film Festival and has ample table-top space and plugs for the ubiquitous laptops of the lower eastside of the Valley. I'm shamefully impressed by their extensive selection of sugar-free Torani syrups; perhaps a survival strategy is to cater to the NutraSweet ingesting South Beach Diet denominator in the clientele. No matter. I was enamored with my (sugar free) Almond Latte and toasted everything bagel, and smugly appreciative of the multiple carvings that defaced the top of the table my goodies sat on. And even though I'm sitting here writing this, sipping my Grande house brew from my local corporate coffee-teria, my heart belongs to the indies.

We've seen issues with spinach, Taco Bell lettuce, and most recently peanut butter, and now there is a recall on a product that is stamped ok for the South Beach Diet.

#87 Woman fakes her own death but gets discovered AT HER OWN WAKE - St. Pete Times #88 Eighteen endangered young whooping cranes found no safe haven in Florida. They were led there by a man in an ultralight plane, and were killed in the recent storms - AP #89 Technical school student in Coconut Creek, angered that his school wasn't teaching anything about Black History this month, stabbed three school officials with a...

78 years ago today the St. Francis Dam burst, sending 12 billion gallons of water into a small town near Saugus. The flood was so powerful and so swift that the number killed has always been approximate — around 450 people died. The dam's collapse was blamed on the LADWP's head, the brilliant William Mulholland; he's the one in the black hat surveying the dam's wreckage in the photo above.

Forgive us if we don’t have the same enthusiasm for the fourth installment of Kobe v. Shaq. After all they just finished playing a few weeks ago. The hype machine hasn’t really had a chance to sink its teeth into this match-up. Besides, they have much more important things to worry about than each other. The Lakers (20-17) are struggling to stay at .500 and make the playoffs, the good but not great Heat (23-15) are still trying to figure out how to catch the dominant Pistons.

Inside was surprisingly cavernous, like a barn, we surmised--how apropos! After having restauranted meal after meal recently together in New York, my dining companion and I couldn't help but remark on how large LA restaurants tend to be. And, as a bonus, staffed with male servers who obviously do a little acting on the side. We were seated promptly, and with a smile, and we set out to the business of ordering. Our kind and friendly waiter explained the many specials, and we perked up at the Asian Seafood Salad description. Our server, in his infinite attentiveness, even went so far as to ask if the chef could make an intricate alteration for us (South Beach is a killer, isn't it?). Even though the answer was no, we were impressed that he asked, and even more impressed when our meals came out quickly from said chef's lair. Our companion had what she called a glorified BLT on grainy bread, with flavorful Applewood smoked bacon and a house salad that had her gushing over its dressing. We were thrilled with the Asian Seafood Salad, with its spicy flavors and variety of bits and chunks of tasty fish and shellfish, none too overwhelmed by dressing in the least. We ogled the brownies and other sweet treats being served up nearby (double duty with ogling the wait staff), but we stayed good and kept away from the goodies (in all respects). We had a nice experience down on The Farm, and we're glad we have a slightly more subtle eating option at the beloved Grove.

Are there really only two weeks until Coachella? One week until the LA Times Festival of Books and does it really feel like summer outside? Wow, Spring allergies have been kicking our ass and we feel like we're coming out of a haze much later into the month of April then we think we should be. Oh well. Lindsay William-Ross took on the task of covering food for LAist starting this week and then promptly started the South Beach diet. Does this mean we can't expect cupcake reviews to happen any time soon?

Foxy's is a strange intersection of alpine a-frame lodge and Mexican inspired cooking. They're known for their extensive breakfast selection, with many of the dishes combining two of our favorite entities: the poached egg and hollandaise sauce. This time we opted for the Crabcakes Benedict with some potatoes and a nice cup of coffee. On past visits, when under the numbing influence of the South Beach Diet, we've gone for low-carb, breadless breakfasts, with chicken breast, spinach and poached eggs. But there was no Beach in sight, so we embraced the carbs without a second thought. Our meal appeared almost as soon as we'd ordered it, which was a little suspicious, and, coupled with the coolly detached and hurried table service, it gave our visit a feel of Foxy's wanting us out of there fast. Some people rave about the service, but frankly it's just so-so; no one asks how everything is, and no one said "thank you" when we paid our bill, which is always kind of a turn off. The food, however, is good. The eggs were poached to perfection, there was just enough sauce but not so much that it was too rich, and the crabcakes were quite savory. Of course, the power in East LA came back on sooner than we expected (or hoped) and our mini-vacation came to its end. But out of the darkness came our breakfast at Foxy's, which was, all things considered, worth it.

Happy Chinese New Year! The Year of the Rooster begins today and we encourage you to follow the traditions that will ensure your prosperity for the next 12 years. Being poor and destitute in Los Angeles because you didn't honor the proud male chicken just doesn't seem like a good plan.

Not that any ball drops here in Los Angeles and it frustrates us to no end that we don't have a signature New Year's celebration. That said, hopefully you're better prepared for the dawning of 2005 than we are. Those last minute invitations to join someone on their private jet to South Beach or Vegas to ring in the New Year just aren't rolling in like we'd hoped.

It's still almost impossible to believe.