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It was February 2, 2008, and the sun had barely set on the usually quiet streets that snake up Camelback Mountain. The bump of rapper Ludacris' music was in the air, and a line...
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Those crazy throwback kids in the Society for Creative Anachronism are at it again with this demo about how to properly garb English royals in the fashions of their day. (A...
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The porta-potty is an unheralded savior. Using those plastic offices of sit-down business is weird, but who else has our backs at musical festivals and other big outdoor...
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Jackie Bacha, owner of Oh My Dog Spa and Boutique, says she’ll “jump through hoops” for her dogs. To that end, she's invited private chef Bradford Hart, creator...
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A majority of today’s hip-hop is either hypersaturated with faux images, super-watered down, or dumbed down so the dummy dumb-dumbs can relate. Not so with Los Angeles...
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You’ve spent hours crawling through the Internet, laying your greasy eyeballs on porn galore. After a while, you feel disgusted with yourself and the world and realize...
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Our weekend activities of late have been a bit repetitive. Hit up the local chain restaurant for the seventh week in a row, followed by a dip in the pool that feels more like a...
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It’s amazing how many freaking blogs are truly out there. Just the other day, we stumbled upon one featuring the surprisingly emotional musings of the cowboys on the...
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If you lived in India during the ’90s, you could hire a hit man for the price of a cup of truck-stop coffee. Pretty funny, right? Tim Budinger, co-writer of the locally...
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Why is the jazz/funk quartet The Bedbugs referred to as such? Is it because after listening to their Latin-music-soaked grooves, we’ll be wiggling our toes in a syncopated...
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Craving the beach? No problem. Hop in the car, drive west for five hours, and spend a couple hundred bucks on gas just to feel the waves on your feet. Screw that! Stay here for...
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Why are we so entranced by fire? Are we mere moths pulled to its heat and light? Is it the way lapping flames create themselves from the fiery consumption of all they touch,...
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The punk-rock ethos, if such a thing existed, hardly left room for calculated image creation. But an impressive punk iconography remains, thanks in part to the likes of Ruby...
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Not many authors warrant a highly publicized book-release party. J.K. Rowling, of course, for her Harry Potter series. Possibly some of those supermarket-aisle novelists like...
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If we had the self-awareness 18 years ago that we have now, we would have dropped more blouses at wet T-shirt contests. Alas, we were young and foolish, and had no real inkling...
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Public Enemy No. 1 isn’t George Bush, Osama Bin Laden, or Exxon/Mobil. It’s Father Time, that bothersome creep who eventually turns your hairline into the Sahara or...
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He may look all innocent with his baby face, puppy-dog eyes, and angelic grin. Much more huggable than, say, Denis Leary. After all, just how threatening can a giggly guy who...
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Artist Connie Imboden, whose work is featured in the “Classical Illusion” exhibit, says on her Web site, “There’s nothing more repulsive or seductive than...
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When you found your boyfriend in bed with your roommate, why did you storm out of the house and head directly to the mall? Hmmm?
Do you indulge in such “retail...
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Living in a professional sports town whose teams range from subpar to piss-ant poor, we tend to be attracted to other equally lousy teams, if only to make us feel better about...
