oooh, ooh another cool link. Guess Where L.A.? These folks post pictures and you getta guess where they snapped them. funny commentary and great pictures. it sucks you in.

Linkin' 'Logs
In my extra moments at work (cough, cough) I have been following trails into the internet abyss and come up with a few noteworthy sites i thought i'd share. (you probably have uncovered these gems yourself...i am slow on the uptake, but i wanted to record them anyways -enjoy!)

Not A Cornfield - apparantly a group of artists, visionaries (revolutionaries?) turned a brown patch of nothing in the center of L.A. into a cornfield with stalks as high as an elephants eye. Angelinos were invited to help with the harvest (sorry you missed it) but there are all sorts of events happening in the space still (think drum circles and performance art etc.)

Fallen Fruit - these cats mapped out all the free/public domain fruitbearing trees in Silverlake. lemons, avocados, carob, bananas a whole cornicopia of nature's candy right at our feet, and above our heads.

L.A. Time Machines - What's better than a dive? A restaurant/bar/coffee shop etc. so hole-in-the-wall, that you have to crawl in and out of it. you know what's better? A historic dive. Check out L.A. Timemachines for pictures and commentary on some of L.A.'s old treasures. (yes, we have some!)

While we are in the mood of food...these bloggers muse about L.A. cuisine
Low End Restaurants
or for random thoughts covering a range of food for thought, Slash Food

This is the view from the top of my street. Sometimes I love L.A. so much it hurts. Like when it has rained through the night and the next morning the entire city wakes up shiny and you can't help but gulp down the air and smile at the funny palm trees lining the street or the observatory sitting like a crown on top of Griffith Park. Those are the mornings when the corner coffee shop with its broken wicker chairs and Frank Sinatra soundtrack couldn't be quainter, when the disaffected hipsters eating brunch on the corner with their shaggy hair and big sunglasses actually smile, when you read Fante and nod smuggly at the L.A. landmarks. Those are the mornings when you feel all has shaken into its correct slot, all is right in the world. Like this Sunday morning. There is no better combination than coffee and the New York Times. This was my happy thought this weekend. Boy if you took one brief look at this blog, you might think that i was bi-polar jumping from melancholy to bliss in back to back bloggings. Don't we all feel that way?