CALIFORNIA | LOCAL
June 12, 2005 |
There were at least 500 of them, wearing angel wings, rubber tentacles, Girl Scout uniforms and other costumes. But in a city where freakish exhibitionism is as about as original as saying you're working on a screenplay, the more startling sight was seeing everyone pedaling a bicycle. The cyclists commandeered three westbound lanes on Sunset Boulevard in Silver Lake late Friday night, forming a convoy a quarter-mile long.
November 27, 2004 |
"It's better than a video game! It's better than a movie!" Ben Guzman's eyes widen. Sure they do. He stands a half-inch taller just thinking about Southern California's most daring thrill ride -- propelling a spindly, stripped-down bicycle straight into the fury of big city traffic. Guzman's friend ponders the remark, and shakes his head. "No," says Jimmy Lizama, flashing a ferocious grin. "It is the movie." Traffic got you down?
September 13, 2009 |
'Shadow and substance' What's the first thing you think about when you hear the words "The Twilight Zone"? Is it a man in a black suit with a cigarette? Or that cool, lawyerly voice: "Submitted, for your perusal: a Kanamit. Height: a little over 9 feet. Weight: in the neighborhood of 350 pounds. Origin: unknown . . ."? Rod Serling brought something new to television when the first episode of "The Twilight Zone" aired in October 1959. Some publishers have already celebrated the show's 50th anniversary: Douglas Brode's "Rod Serling and the Twilight Zone: The 50th Anniversary Tribute" (Barricade Books)
October 2, 2005 |
It's like riding a bicycle, once you learn you never forget . . . As with other handy adages, this one will get you from here to there for a good long while. Then one day you come across something new that also happens to be something quite old. And you find yourself starting over again.
November 26, 2004 |
The Bicycle Kitchen occupies, yes, a kitchen. It overfills the remainder of a studio apartment too. Inside the air smells vaguely of perspiration, mixed with the mechanical scent of bicycle grease and the talc-rubber aroma of inner tubes. People are cooking here, but not dinner. Their conversations drown out music from a boombox. It is impossible to not be in the way. Described figuratively instead of literally, the Bicycle Kitchen encompasses quite a bit more than these busy, cheerful rooms.