Are you watching, Obama and Clinton and Edwards?

Today is my birthday. No big deal, that. I’m 58 – if you must know. Strange how that number...

In which I learned at a 9/11 meeting that Bonny Bakley was fated to meet Christian Brando.

A tomato travels from the corner store to the chain supermarket, price increases 334 percent.

Leaky roof? Favorite movie star dead? Wrong candidate leading in the polls? Writer's strike got you broke and hungry?

Is that an altered version of Los Angeles behind the yellow air in that Honda ad?

Now that’s an exceptionally tough choice....They’re like the yin and yang in L.A.’s dysfunctional history of public space.

Until I read Steve Martin's enjoyable new memoir, "Born Standing Up: A Comic's Life," I never would have connected him with Diane Arbus. She photographed circus freaks and transvestites. He always seemed more straight.

Our booth was the best place to hide from the vultures hovering outside. Lunch was ruined anyway, so the course of action was obvious. "Why don't you guys take our table," I offered. Katherine Heigl accepted with a smile.

...if I had to choose between “historic” and “courageous,” I guess I would have to side with “historic.”

On Writer Action, a computer chat-board for Writers Guild members, anything goes. Well, not anything. That's where I come in.

All us LAO-ers peeled our heiners off our desk chairs this morning and headed to Tarzana for our Second Annual...

Some of the most heartfelt, gut-wrenching — and sometimes simply beautiful — street photography in Los Angeles is being created by low-income teenagers who meet once a week after school at the St. Francis Center on Hope Street in Downtown.