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December 8, 2012 | By Michelle Paster
After a breakup with a film and television editor, I decided that 2012 would be about being proactive and pushing myself out of my comfort zone. I would attempt to go on 365 dates during a 12-month period - some of which would, I hoped, be amorous or affectionate. Others would be "documentary dates," in which I would get to know people's stories. I wanted to think about men for who they are, not what they are. I figured the 365 goal gives me an emotional safety net. If I was attracted to a guy but it wasn't mutual, I could move on. I'd be disappointed and frustrated, but at least I had a plan.
April 24, 2011 | By Peter Mehlman
At the place I lunch every day in an effort to cut down on life choices, I've been reading a Tolstoy-sized article in the New Yorker about Scientology. Nearly every day, some patron raids my airspace, saying something like, "I read that article. " Eye roll, then, "What whack jobs. " L.A. finds Scientology so endlessly fascinating that weeks after publication, people are still talking about the article all over town. Why? Here's a theory: There is no city on Earth that makes rationalization more difficult than Los Angeles.
February 23, 1985
One of the main complaints about China by almost all the foreigners who had to deal with any Chinese institutions, at home and abroad, is the habit of noon nap. It had been part of the life style there for quite a long time. People, in urban and in rural alike, took to napping during the lunch break, which normally lasted one and a half hours in the winter and two hours in summer. Sometimes and at some places the break even lasted as long as three hours. Many people who lived near their offices went home to sleep.
December 5, 1985 | KAREN GILLINGHAM
Just past the pub, follow the first tar road to the left. At its end stands Clapham House, an 18th-Century country home sheltered in this tiny village beyond the velvet hills that roll past the lush Cuckmere Valley. Once the residence of Lady Fitzherbert, mistress to George IV, the 24-acre estate was purchased in 1978 by the current owners who restored the house and grounds not just for their family home but for a cooking school as well.
September 15, 2008 | AL MARTINEZ
In the rush of events that keep us pumping through life like chipmunks on a treadmill, one finds it necessary upon occasion to take a moment to acknowledge a person of some importance. It's why I pause today to say goodbye to Alice. As a waitress for 50 years at an L.A. drinking place called the Redwood, she embodied two eras of newspapering, from hard-drinking reporters, photographers and editors to a cooler, more sober clientele of journalists. The Red Dog, as columnist Jack Smith used to call it, was just up the street from what was once Times Mirror Square, and it summoned us to eat and drink in the presence of each other at a friendlier, less frantic period in the life of the Los Angeles Times.
April 29, 2009
A dining mecca 1. Rivera , 1050 S. Flower St., (213) 749-1460, Lunch weekdays, dinner daily. Entrees, $16 to $29. 2. Corkbar , 403 W. 12th St. (at Grand), (213) 746-0050, Open daily from 11:30 a.m. until midnight weeknights and later on weekends. Sandwiches and mains, $9 to $18. 3. Drago Centro , 525 S. Flower St., (213) 228-8998, Lunch weekdays, dinner Monday through Saturday.
May 21, 2002
"I'm going to insist he has a big lunch and big dinner before he steps in there." Lennox Lewis, on his June 8 fight with Mike Tyson.
July 21, 2002
During the management tour of the unnamed shipping facility, industry consultant Frank Hanley "chuckled and shook his head" when at 11:30 a.m., the "noisy, outsized and frenetic" work scene ceased for lunch. According to "Making Waves on the Waterfront" [June 30], he "couldn't have asked for a better demonstration of the union's power." What's with the chuckle and the shaking of the head? What is he implying here? Is he opposed to these union members taking a lunch hour? Are they supposed to wait until "work slows down" before they have a meal?
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