I’m All Lost In, #104: Shade; two Seattles; seven songs.
In a year otherwise defined by acquiescence…
I’m All Lost In, #103: Farewell, My Lovely; Penguin Classics Cover Generator; I’m pro-graffiti, and I vote.
With the beatific Marlowe in the murky foothills of L.A.
I’m All Lost In, #102: Iroiro; Cognoscenti; Schuyler.
Schuyler’s observational mode begins leaving room for tangents.
I’m All Lost In, #101: The veggie sandwich at Mr. West Café; cancelling my Hulu subscription; “I Go Wild” by the Three O’Clock.
On a literally oblique corner where three diagonally flowing streets collide.
I’m All Lost In, #100: The White Horse Tavern; the Patio; warp speed Wharton.
Like people crashing carts in the grocery aisle…
I’m All Lost In, #99: Returning to Edith Wharton; giving up sugar; and an overdue trip to the Korean restaurant in my neighborhood.
When I think of Edith Wharton, which I do! …
I’m All Lost In, #97: Marinated tomatoes; the Tennis Podcast live; a tomato throw rug.
A bright tomato rug, which feels plush on my bare feet.
I’m All Lost In, #96: Trump’s war on American cities and Subway sandwiches; my credit card debt; Iran 1979.
I don’t buy Hegel’s concept that history’s “agents” act out preordained events.
I’m All Lost In, #95: America stays home; Alex Dimitrov goes out; Seattle’s primary election results.
Med Mix kept the kitchen open late to meet the line-out-the-door demand.
I’m All Lost In, #94: Tap-and-go; ta-da!; portable magnetic wireless power bank.
This smart aleck slide deck.
I’m All Lost In, #93: IAD at 6 am; heroic water misters; Reagan fashion revival.
The magnitude of airplane wheels retracting.
I’m All Lost In, #92: New Woody Guthrie songs; buildings > trees!; and beta blockers.
File it under the most contrarian essay ever written.
I’m All Lost In, #90: A speakeasy on Olive Way; repurposing obstruction into construction; a secret ice cream shop.
They had me at warm hand towels.
I’m All Lost In, #89: Yiddish Techno in Wallingford; Mary Tyler Moore in 1980; “Eastern” dyads in the Key of C.
Ambling into the gentle diaspora of debris as it rained down upon her.
I’m All Lost In, #87: Los Angeles; Paju; and a clean bathtub
With the promise of L.A. action on my mind…