Clippers Game at Staples

Our Activision client was cool and kind enough to hook us up with tickets to a box at the Staples Center to catch a game between the Clippers and the Golden State Warriors. The Warriors kicked the Clippers' asses (no surprise there); I think the look on Lindsay's face probably has more to do with whatever disturbing tale Paul is weaving just behind her.

I ate three Staples Center hot dogs (they were free in the luxury box), which is the whole motivation for me going to anything NBA. Note how many people are paying zero attention to the game.

Carrrrrrrrr!

Hacky Sack in my street, February on a sunny L.A. afternoon. Sometimes I think my street feels a little crappy. I have to clean up bags of Del Taco thrown out of car windows sometimes and stray dog shit out of my yard, but my friend Wendy said recently that my street felt like a neighborhood. There are usually people grilling, walking their kids on bikes, walking to temple or their dogs. There are Sikhs (there's an ashram at the end of my street) jogging by my house, and the Mayor of Preuss Road, as Caro and I call him, standing at the end of the street and keeping an eye out for his little corner of L.A. These dudes playing hacky in front of our house in the warm winter sunshine, while I was out digging around in the garden, just reminded me how much I love this place sometimes.

Ramses

It was sad to hear the news of the death of the guy who played the mascot, Ramses, for UNC basketball. We were recently in Chapel Hill visiting our folks back in North Carolina. We took C's father, an alum of UNC, to see Virgina Tech defeat the 'Heels in overtime. Later, at the NCAA tournament, the guy who played Ramses (shown here in a photo I snapped at the game) was accidentally killed when he was hit by a car while walking back to his hotel from a convenience store. Sad story.

(Since authoring this post, the shootings at Virginia Tech have made the experience feel even more morbid and bizarre.)

Ramses

Caro and I got tickets for us and her father and stepmother to see Carolina play in the Dean Dome in Chapel Hill. Ramses, the mascot, made it up our aisle. You can't have a better trip to North Carolina in February than seeing a UNC basketball game and getting to eat barbecue.