You guys! I wrote a book!
And I'm signing it today from noon until 2 p.m at the Angel City Press booth at the LA Times Festival of Books. Come and say hello, browse Angel City's lovely offerings, and meet some of its other authors. (Including LAO's creator, the Big Kahuna himself, Kevin Roderick.)
Then at 3 p.m., I'm moderating a panel with three amazing writers, Diana Wagman, Gabrielle Burton, and Michelle Latiolais.
See you there!
It baffles me that economic growth is gauged by "housing starts", as in how many new houses are being built. Because the flip side of that is open land that's vanishing. We've had a lot of that in Malibu, houses and fences going up in the mountains. And as a result, here are a few creatures we don't see as much any more:
I look at those untouched, undeveloped hills and still can imagine the guy in the woody, annoyed there's another car in the lot, moaning about how much Malibu has changed.
It was definitely a bunny near the beach path, though.
I smell chocolate on his breath.
Our branch of the LA County Public Library is getting a face lift so in the meanwhile, the former LA County Sheriff's station is standing in as book central in our little city.
There's a fairly robust DVD and video selection, computers, of course, and shelves where patrons who have ordered books online (the entire catalog of the entire County system is at your beck and call) can pick up their selections.
All in all, a nice, small-town solution to the void left while the main library remains closed.
Here's the drive to my local Home Depot, along a gloriously undeveloped stretch of PCH in Ventura County.
And if you know where to look, there are remnants of the old PCH, the part that hasn't yet crumbled into the sea.
It was SRO at a great "Wizard of Oz" production here in Malibu earlier this month. The kids and sets and costumes were amazing:
But every bit as interesting as the play on the stage:
Was this little girl in the audience, transfixed and transported.
And longing to give Toto a quick pat on the head.
They're still hanging around, the bachelor ducks, the ones who didn't quite make the mating cut this spring. They visit the pond each day at dawn, paddle around and break the silence with a few wisequacks. (Sorry.)
There are two groups of people when it comes to "Friday Night Lights" -- the ones who love it, and the ones who have never seen it.
The sun's losing its fight with the cloud cover this morning, but flowers on the fire road feel like a bookmark for spring.
It began again in February, a few female ducks hanging out at the pond. As in years before, a lot of male ducks appeared and each did everything he could to persuade the girls to pleaseplease give his DNA a chance.
The best man won and for a few weeks, the happy couple paddled around together. About a month ago, sightings of the female grew brief and infrequent.
Today, she showed us why. Ducklings!
In its heyday (Hi Melissa!) it was this:
End of story for Diesel Books in Malibu? Hmmm, I wouldn't be so sure...
I'm never sure which to marvel at first -- the tiny Labrador's constant level of joy, or, let's be honest, that tongue.
Sometimes here at the edge of the continent, even with photographic proof, I feel like I'm making this stuff up.
A friend and I went to Point Dume yesterday where, in addition to all the wildflowers, we saw pods of dolphins and flights of pelicans and some disturbingly large rabbits.
The city of Malibu had a birthday bash last week to celebrate 20 years of incorporation. I managed to take one no-so-fab photo of the commemorative medallion in the new park.
Read between the lines (and sometimes, right there in the headlines) of the news stories of that era and you'll see no one thought it would last.