Spilling the Chocolate Fondue

Vermont, near Santa Monica, E. Hollywood

What else could this be, right?

Sunday Brunch: A Veritable Feast

Virgil/Lexington, E. Hollywood

Wow. So this one is really impressive, and especially disgusting. Corn tortillas, fried shrimp, chicken nuggets, part of a sandwich that was either filled with cream cheese or some sort of crab salad, and to top it off, a sausage-shaped dog shit poking at the edge of the circle. Gross!

Condiment Gang Street War!

Vermont, near Santa Monica, E. Hollywood

It was a fierce battle but I'm pretty sure the ketchup won. The hot sauce was completely destroyed. And, sadly, it looks like another innocent stir stick was caught in the cross-fire.

Tortilla Con Plastica

Virgil/Lexington, E. Hollywood

I really like this. Someone or something removed the final, tiny piece of tortilla from its bag and set it on the lid of the cup. WHY? Who are these people? Why do people do this sort of thing? I just don't get it.

*Added bonus: you get a glimpse of my dog's black ear in the bottom left of the photo.

Saturday Morning Offering: Donuts

Virgil/Lexington, E. Hollywood

I left my house at around 9:00 am to walk the dog, and the offering circle was simply a puddle of orange--a result of the orange rice from the day before and the steady rain that had been soaking the ground all night. When we finished our loop and were walking back down Lexington at around 9:30, I noticed a group of angry pigeons fighting over something in the offering circle. Because my dog is a fierce huntress, the pigeons scattered and I was able to see what it was they were so furiously devouring. Donuts! Of course! Happy weekend, pigeons! Happy weekend, deity!

I Simply Remember My Favorite Things, And Then I Don't Feel So Bad

Fountain/Lyman, E. Hollywood

Girls in white dresses with blue satin sashes. Snowflakes that stay on my nose and eyelashes. Skoal and wet croutons and dark coffee beans. These are a few of my favorite things.

Puke Wall

Vermont, near Sunset, E. Hollywood

This is actually one of the scenes that inspired me to create this blog. I know that this vomit looks relatively fresh, but would you believe that it's been on this wall for well over a month now, and has changed shape and texture several times? I wouldn't believe it either, but I promise you it's true. It began clumpy. Wet. And carried with it a potent odor. Now, however, the smell has dissipated, and I think the bile has permanently altered the color of this wall of the Children's Hospital. I like that the drunk puked against the wall, where it splattered, then gravity dragged it to the ground where it gathered in a pile against the wall. I hope the person who did this walks by this wall as often as I do, so they can admire their Heraclitean craft. You can never walk past the same pile of vomit twice.