I’m home, now. The hardest part of reacquainting myself will be turning off the slacker drawl and acting like a fast-paced East Coast asshole again. Not for long, thankfully. Also, some malodorous…

“I was up this morning blues walking like a man.” Okay, so I wasn’t exactly feeling blue, and not exactly walking–it was more like up this morning sleepily driving Ilya to work…

Today was another semi-productive day, at least in Californian terms. I was up by 9:30 so I could chauffeur Ilya to work. Morning traffic was light, so upon dropping him off in…

As promised yesterday, here are my panorama images of Los Angeles from the top of a peak in Griffith Park. Thanks to Ken Walz for his post-production help. small version large version…

Woke up, felt slightly chirpy, until I realized that I’m [redacted], tormented ’80s-child and alterna-rock superstar. This was at about 11am, after a grueling and long night of watching hipster freaks dance…

Hi. It’s Evan, writing to you from three hours in the past (ooOOOoooh!). Los Angeles is nice, it’s kind of like one of the smaller, quieter suburbs in New Jersey. I even…