May 7, 2001 |
Lazy Dog's DJ set Friday at a packed Fais Do-Do ballroom (a space that should be used more often for electronic dance shows) was the type of performance that can be maddening to review. From a skills standpoint, the duo (which features Ben Watt of Everything But the Girl and Jay Hannan) was mediocre at best. Several times during the set, which found Watt and Hannan alternating behind the turntables, the pair had the opportunity to go for the kill, but failed to capitalize.
June 21, 1992 |
Lay out the beach towels, light up the barbecue. Lounging around the pool with friends may require only summertime basics--a swimsuit, a chaise longue, a couple of paper plates--but true Southern California style is back-yard entertaining with alfresco flair. The idea is casual elegance in everything from setting a table to dressing up for dinner at sunset.
November 18, 1989 |
The Scene Newport Harbor's Reuben E. Lee river boat-restaurant, where the Red Ribbon 100 women's advisory council to the Orange County chapter of the American Red Cross--and hundreds more--stepped aboard Tuesday for an evening of champagne and wine tasting. The moon wasn't quite as full as the showboat (filled to capacity with about 400 guests). Elbows got a full workout, bending frequently to lift those souvenir champagne glasses and politely prodding their way through the close-packed crowd.
March 11, 2001 |
It was a banner day for California-breds Saturday at Santa Anita. Horses from the state won six of the nine races, including the two big prizes. Lazy Slusan, a 6-year-old mare who was claimed for $62,500 last summer at Del Mar by trainer John Dolan for himself and I.S. Longo, overtook 17-10 favorite Spain in the final yards to win the $300,000 Santa Margarita Invitational Handicap.
December 3, 1989 |
The night was waiting to become history. Monika Pajerova felt a surge of hope as she looked out over the crowd. There were thousands of them! The flickering candles they held illuminated their young faces, and in their smiles, Monika was certain she saw joy. "I thought that something--I didn't know what, but something--was beginning right then," the 23-year-old philosophy student recalled. It turned out to be a revolution.
August 1, 1991 |
The first time Wolfgang Puck went to the Hollywood Bowl, a friend asked him to bring a salmon en croute. "I made a big one--usually they're for six," he says. "This one was for 16. When he arrived at the Bowl, he paraded the salmon all over the place--he had to show everyone. And he let each person taste a little bit of the puff pastry. Then he sat down and ate so much of the salmon he got sick. "I don't make salmon en croute very often anymore," Puck says.
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March 10, 1997 |
Dear Street Smart: I thought you might be able to refer me to the group that protects handicapped parking spaces at markets, shopping malls, etc. I know of a person who hangs an expired red handicapped parking sign on the mirror just to avoid parking a few slots away. Lazy, cunning and disrespectful. That's the type that should be cited--and not just warned by the state Department of Motor Vehicles. Can you get me the contact to those folks who canvass parking areas?
August 1, 1991 |
This time of year almost everybody's got some sort of a picnic to pack for. Some are off to the Hollywood Bowl; others just want a lazy afternoon in the park. And while it might be nice to whip up a basket of food and impress your friends, it might be even nicer to have somebody else do all the work. Keep in mind that most places require at least 24 hours advance notice--and remember to pack a corkscrew. The rest is up to them. Bristol Farms, 1570 Rosecrans Ave., Manhattan Beach. (213) 643-5229.
March 20, 2001 |
In a subdued voice, a sonar analyst with a 14-year career of exemplary service testified Monday that he got "a little bit lazy" and broke several safety rules, depriving the captain of the submarine Greeneville of information that could have averted the deadly collision with a Japanese fishing vessel.
September 16, 1998 |
So we're lying in the front yard, awaiting the first cold snap of fall, which will turn the grass cool and make the leaves on the trees shimmer and come to life. And us as well. "Maybe we should plant a tree," I say, nodding to a bare spot near the driveway. "Nah," says the boy, lying back with a football under his head, the way men do when they think great thoughts. "Let's just sit here." It's still 90 degrees here on this September afternoon, the cool breezes of autumn a good six weeks away.