#358
Chicken burrito from my parents’ house. Inglewood, CA.
Tag: los angeles
#357
Spam breakfast burrito from the legendary Rutt’s Hawaiian Cafe. Los Angeles, CA.
#356
Egg and potato burrito from my parents’ house. Inglewood, CA.
Next year’s goal is to learn how to properly fill and wrap a burrito.
#152
Manuel’s Special machaca burrito from Manuel’s Original El Tepeyac Cafe on Evergreen Avenue. Los Angeles, CA.
(Also pictured: a sane man’s burrito.)
The energy, and expense, of bringing water to the Southland: The twin forces of power costs and climate-change regulations are threatening Southern California’s long love affair with imported water, forcing the region to consider more mundane sources closer to home.
Photo: The Colorado River Aqueduct snakes through the desert on its way to the Julian Hinds Pumping Plant, one of the hydraulic hearts of California’s vast water supply system. Credit: Irfan Khan / Los Angeles Times
My skeletons are fairly benign. Minor altercations, short stints of love-starved stalking, borderline statutory rape, excessive use of hair gel, disappearing at the worst times. It’s all been relative.
During one such disappearance, back in ‘01 or ‘02, I decided to follow the LA river to its source. It turned out the LA river doesn’t exactly have roads that run parallel to it, and I gave up somewhere in the desert. I couldn’t tell you where. I wasn’t a drinker at the time so where I’d usually stop someplace for a quiet drink to reflect I instead stopped at a Carl’s Jr. and ate a burger. For some reason, doing that burger thing, it’s something I felt really ashamed of. It felt pathetic. I think that burger came to represent pure, unadulterated failure.
(Source: Los Angeles Times)
The energy, and expense, of bringing water to the Southland: The twin forces of power costs and climate-change regulations are threatening Southern California’s long love affair with imported water, forcing the region to consider more mundane sources closer to home.
Photo: The Colorado River Aqueduct snakes through the desert on its way to the Julian Hinds Pumping Plant, one of the hydraulic hearts of California’s vast water supply system. Credit: Irfan Khan / Los Angeles Times
My skeletons are fairly benign. Minor altercations, short stints of love-starved stalking, borderline statutory rape, excessive use of hair gel, disappearing at the worst times. It’s all been relative.
During one such disappearance, back in ‘01 or ‘02, I decided to follow the LA river to its source. It turned out the LA river doesn’t exactly have roads that run parallel to it, and I gave up somewhere in the desert. I couldn’t tell you where. I wasn’t a drinker at the time so where I’d usually stop someplace for a quiet drink to reflect I instead stopped at a Carl’s Jr. and ate a burger. For some reason, doing that burger thing, it’s something I felt really ashamed of. It felt pathetic. I think that burger came to represent pure, unadulterated failure.
(Source: Los Angeles Times)