Mark Teitelman

Los Angeles airports are wonderful places for evesdropping- so many fascinating people, so many interesting stories, and all under one proverbial roof... While casually browsing the books in the United terminal of LAX, right next door to Wolfgang Puck's Pizza joint, LAist observed this exchange: Woman: (mid-to-late 30's, upscale entertainment professional look) "George, here, I want this. Get this for me. George..." The woman places a copy of Augusten Burroughs' "Running With Scissors" onto...

Los Angeles airports are wonderful places for evesdropping- so many fascinating people, so many interesting stories, and all under one proverbial roof... While casually browsing the books in the United terminal of LAX, right next door to Wolfgang Puck's Pizza joint, LAist observed this exchange: Woman: (mid-to-late 30's, upscale entertainment professional look) "George, here, I want this. Get this for me. George..." The woman places a copy of Augusten Burroughs' "Running With Scissors" onto...

Someday I Suppose, since most of us really Don't Know How to Party, it was bound to happen. Sick of Howard? Are Kevin and Bean just so five minutes ago? Are your mornings just too eclectic? Well, fear not loyal readers, you're about to get a memorable Wake-Up Call. That Rascal King himself, Dicky Barrett, lead singer of legendary Boston ska-punk trailblazers The Mighty Mighty Bosstones, just got his own morning show. Finally. Beginning...

Someday I Suppose, since most of us really Don't Know How to Party, it was bound to happen. Sick of Howard? Are Kevin and Bean just so five minutes ago? Are your mornings just too eclectic? Well, fear not loyal readers, you're about to get a memorable Wake-Up Call. That Rascal King himself, Dicky Barrett, lead singer of legendary Boston ska-punk trailblazers The Mighty Mighty Bosstones, just got his own morning show. Finally. Beginning...

Like Paris Hilton at a new club opening, today's dastardly deadline came and went with nary a decision from USC's Mighty Matt Leinart. Will he succumb to the NFL's promise of riches, fame and glory? Or can USC pay him enough under the table to stay in college one more year? We kid, we kid. At any rate, it appears that Trojan football fans everywhere are going to have one more long, earnest night...

Like Paris Hilton at a new club opening, today's dastardly deadline came and went with nary a decision from USC's Mighty Matt Leinart. Will he succumb to the NFL's promise of riches, fame and glory? Or can USC pay him enough under the table to stay in college one more year? We kid, we kid. At any rate, it appears that Trojan football fans everywhere are going to have one more long, earnest night...

Tomorrow is an epic day for all of you fans of Troy. No, LAist speaks not of the cumbersome, homo-erotic, overlong and overhyped Brad Pitt fiasco from this past summer, but rather of a certain press conference occurring within the holy walls of the University of Southern California. There, one Matt Leinart, better known as the quarterbacking heartthrob of your national champion football Trojans, will answer the question that has been on the tip...

It's true. Jim Morrison, who so many loyal fans thought had perished of a drug overdose some 34 years ago, apparently faked his own death. You heard us right--in what amounts to perhaps the most anticipated announcement in a generation, what follows is a piece of investigative journalism that is unrivaled in its depth, scope and focus. After decades of frustrating dead ends, bad leads and cold case files, LAist proudly presents to you,...

It's true. Jim Morrison, who so many loyal fans thought had perished of a drug overdose some 34 years ago, apparently faked his own death. You heard us right--in what amounts to perhaps the most anticipated announcement in a generation, what follows is a piece of investigative journalism that is unrivaled in its depth, scope and focus. After decades of frustrating dead ends, bad leads and cold case files, LAist proudly presents to you,...

Tomorrow is an epic day for all of you fans of Troy. No, LAist speaks not of the cumbersome, homo-erotic, overlong and overhyped Brad Pitt fiasco from this past summer, but rather of a certain press conference occurring within the holy walls of the University of Southern California. There, one Matt Leinart, better known as the quarterbacking heartthrob of your national champion football Trojans, will answer the question that has been on the tip...