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For those who say you can't put a price on education, California's governor and UC and CSU officials say you're dead wrong. In fact, not only can you put a price on it, you can hike the price, making undergraduate education in the state increasingly more expensive.

This LAist poster trudges through Union Station every day for work. Usually the long hallway that connects old Union Station to Gateway Plaza is bland, beige and just plain boring. But once in awhile, some advertiser will cover the walkway with wallpaper for eye candy for tired commuters.

This LAist also grabbed her trusty camera and took the Red Line downtown to catch yesterday's Chinese New Year Parade. We joined the fray on Broadway to usher in this Year of the Boar 4705 in all its colorful glory, although we, too, ran into the same parade-photogging snags as our fellow LAist mentioned last night. The parade was just one part of an ongoing celebration, and there's still a window--a porthole, perhaps--of opportunity...

Daily Bruin staff filed a formal complaint against the LAPD for mistreatment and denial of access to reporting early Sunday morning as students began to party hard in Westwood. The celebrations for the victory over USC on Saturday night reached the pinnacle when partygoers on Frat Row decided to pile trash in the middle of Landfair Ave and set it afire. Daily Bruin staff writers who produced identification were still denied access to see...

Today marks the start of National Novel Writing Month, affectionately called "nanowrimo" by the tens of thousands of its participants. Now in its 8th year, the month's premise is simple, really: Write 50,000 words in 30 days and earn the right to call yourself a novelist.

“The known center of the universe is Ikea… the whole world is built on consuming and shopping,” local photographer Bill Owens quipped yesterday during a discussion of his photographic odyssey of 1970s suburban sprawl.

Our first introduction to the Frango came in Vancouver via Seattle, almost three decades ago. The bite-sized, mint-flavored chocolate was a holiday-time treat, brought up and over the border after its purchase at Frederick and Nelson. But like many childhood tidbits, and like many things that disappear over time, the Frango faded from our grasp in the early 80s. While that constitutes our personal history with the department store confection, the candy's own history reaches back much farther.

This LAist admits to not talking food much around these parts for some time now. Obviously we haven't been starving ourselves; there's been plenty of eating out and cooking in at home to sustain us in our shameful absence. We might even so boldly suggest that while we were keeping quiet we were also busying ourselves with learning more and more about food so we could pass on this wisdom to our readers. We've devoured the written words of famed critics like Ruth Reichl, Gael Greene, and Mimi Sheraton, and are now nose deep in Anthony Bourdain's famous b.s., and loving every minute of it. We've also just started a series of professional cooking classes at Culver City's New School of Cooking, and boy howdy can we julienne a raw potato! So that's what we're up to. But we're back... so get ready to eat our words...again.

This LAist poster is a BIG fan of turkey sandwiches. But many times, don't we all end up being disappointed, with the turkey being too dry, or the bread being either too chewy or too hard? Or maybe it’s the cheese or balance of condiments that’s not quite right. It’s a never-ending quest – kind of like finding the perfect pizza slice in this city. The last time we came close to the perfect turkey sandwich was in Greenwich Village’s Sandwich Shoppe around the corner from St. Vincent’s Hospital. (We heard a rumor that this place closed...maybe some of you New Yorkers can confirm?)

This LAist poster made a trip earlier this week to Richmond, VA, for a family thing.

In case you haven't noticed, the World Cup championship started Friday. This LAist plans to watch the Footballers Wives marathon on BBC America this weekend in preparation (did you know that Tanya has a blog?).

This LAist poster, like many other Angelenos, subscribes to Los Angeles Magazine. It's well-written and just a tad snarky -- the way we like things around here.

So after their win at Staples last night, the Los Angeles Clippers play for all the marbles on Monday night in Phoenix. This LAist poster was lucky enough to wade in the sea of 20,000 red Clippers shirts last night, about 50 feet behind one of the baskets. (A shout out to the in-laws for scoring those!) We’ve never seen or heard Staples that electrified before – especially for the Clippers – and we’re only all too happy to hop on the Elton Brandwagon.

It's almost impossible to decide where we want to get our hands dirty this Sunday. We could be in the East Valley painting an elementary school that serves deaf and hearing-impaired kids. We could make our best dish (This LAist contributor makes a mean mac & cheese) and serve homeless families. We could shoot hoops for peace. We could go wash some dirty dogs.

This LAist contributor would watch a BMW ad if it promised Clive Owen, so we happily handed over the $ to see Inside Man yesterday without complaint. Plus Denzel Washington? Crime thriller — whatever. We know a chick flick when we see one.

So, if you're on your way to find some Nature in LA this weekend, might we suggest downloading two tracks from Oliver Wang's Soul-Sides? He was in town this past weekend and came across The Devics and Feist (one of our favorite artists from 2005) while listening to Anne Litt's new show on KCRW - The A Track (which is also available daily at kcrwmusic.com).

The producers behind Fox’s American Idol 5 must use subliminal messaging or the Vulcan mind meld behind the scenes. How else can you explain the popularity of this high school-esque talent show?

The hallowed downtown institution, Philippe the Original, is famous for "creating the 'French Dip Sandwich' and serving the 10 cent cup of coffee

As promised, LAist attended the Opening Reception event for this year's magnificent photo l.a.. This LAist, an ardent east-sider/Valley girl, was only a little bitter about making the rush hour trek to the Santa Monica Civic Auditorium, but since we know our south and west-bound streets well, made it there in record time. The place was brimming with all sorts of minglers, from young bohemians in scruffy denim, to older men and women in elegant evening wear and pricey suits. The Santa Monica Civic isn't the prettiest of venues, particularly with its arena concrete floors and sixties design aesthetic, but photo l.a. used the space well to set up a seemingly seamless maze of booths, each hung with representative photography and staffed with plesant and eager reps to show their wares. Our first stop was the food patio--it was dinnertime, and that drive made us hungry--to check out what kind of wine and cheese was being offered. Not only is this LAist an ardent east-sider/Valley girl, but she's also the LAist food girl, and we were tickled to see the food sponsors, like Border Grill/Ciudad (where aren't those two tamales?), Grace, Cinch, Cobras & Matadors, and Sonora Cafe. But, bestill our heart--is that Susina Bakery? And plates of gorgeous treats from La Provence? The most neglected table, curiously enough, was the one loaded with boxes from Krispy Kreme; can it be that their once-hot donuts are now passe?

Hanukkah comes to us a little late this year, and so close to Christmas, which means those who partake in the menorah-lighting will have more to do this weekend, and it means we've taken very liberal license to make an excess of Christmukkah references (G-d bless you, Seth Cohen). The fun of Hanukkah is a little less in-your-face than the merriment of Xmas (that is unless you drive on Fairfax with any regularity), and the foodstuff appeals to all kinds of goys, girls, and boys. This LAist confesses to being of dual heritage upon dual heritage: Yes, we're Canadian and (kind of) American, and we come from Jewish and Christian stock (throw in a birthday exactly between Christmas and New Year's and you've got one maxed out on holiday spirit kid here, thanks!). So while we do hang the stockings with care, we also know a thing or two about those "eight crazy nights" (not so much thanking Mr. Sandler after too many years of that little ditty).

This LAist contributor doesn't normally write about sports so we won't focus much on the game itself. After a 54 point first half, Pacers defense (mostly manifesting in Ron Artest's activity and muscle) and a horrible third quarter left Da Clips 5 points short of their 10th victory. We don't think our soon-to-be-all-star Elton Brand will be getting player of the week honors again after the squad doubled their loss total. That said, their record still smokes the woeful Lakers. Speaking of which, hi Samaki Walker! Did the Staples center victory bring fond memories and hope that you could jump on the coattails of another team and collect one more NBA championship ring?

The poor, beleaguered San Fernando Valley has been the brunt of jokes for decades. And where would television and films be without one of their favorite touchstones of mocking? Even these days on the soapy SoCal soaked O.C. the characters are obsessed with a nighttime drama all about and named for...you guessed it, The Valley. A generation back finds the painfully hip residents of a cetain Beverly Hills zip code horrified to discover one of their own actually lived way over yonder in a mysterious wildnerness known as Van Nuys. (That was poor, beleaguered Andrea Zuckerman, for those who've forsaken the memory for more worthy trivia.) And fellow Clueless BH teen queen Cher (Alicia Silverstone) attends an infamous "valley" party, only to get her purse-jacked at Circus Liquor, which is at the corner of Vineland and Burbank Blvd in North Hollywood. So many movie and television moments give us pause to laugh, and point: "Hey! That's the Valley!" This LAist (and begrudging Valley resident--can't we say NoHo is "Valley adjacent"?) thought we could mention a few of our favorites.

No two words can better describe a decadent weekend for the Angeleno than Las Vegas. This LAist poster joined the masses at the Bob Hope (a/k/a Burbank-Glendale-Pasadena) Airport on Friday afternoon for a Southwest Airlines 3 PM cattle call to the city of Lost Wages. And we didn’t mind a bit. OK, maybe a little -- but we still love us the Bob Hope…

This is the beauty of having two major conference college football teams in the same town. We get instances where two well-known programs play here on the same day. LAist still remembers 1997 when a highly-ranked Florida State team played at USC the same day that a Peyton Manning-led Tennessee team played at UCLA. Both visiting teams won close games, but over 160,000 people were at a SoCal college football game that day. We should see a similar combined attendance figure again tomorrow.

That question was answered yesterday when it was reported that shortstop Cesar Izturis will undergo Tommy John surgery in his right elbow, and is likely out until July 2006. This is a rather stunning development because usually pitchers are the only ones to endure such a dramatic procedure.

Rumour has it that the latest chapter in the Harry Potter saga, "Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince," goes on sale Saturday, July 16th.

Editor's note: This is the second part of the LAist Interview with the editors of the 1947 Project, a blog that posts news stories and photographs of Los Angeles in 1947. This LAist Interview is with a typical resident living in Los Angeles in 1947.

There's so much to do and see this weekend, we don't know where to start. Well, actually we do. This LAist is going to spending lots of quality time at Skylight Books in Los Feliz as they have some eclectic readings and panels we (and you) don't want to miss.