Voting

There’s a ton of hysteria about the extra box you have to check if you’re a non-partisian voter in L.A. County who wants to vote on the Demoocratic ballot, and unlike Kos, et. al who are fanning the flames, the directions were pretty explicit from the sample ballot I received in the mail (page two says to check the box!) to the instructions you read on the ballot itself.

Bureaucracy doesn’t have to make sense.

Anyway I suppose I should have joined in with the folks who were taking pictures of their polling place, but everything was running smoothly this morning (I voted at the Oasis Christian Center on Wilshire). Took all of ten minutes.

There was a video crew from Time.com down the street and they ended up interviewing me for the site (note to self: when thinking, make sure your eyes are open). Techincally though, I’m not part of “a group of California Democrats,” – I’m non-partisian and just happened to vote on a Democratic ballot.

LA Times lifting from Wikipedia?

LA Times story reference to MGM Grand hotel fire

Wikipedia entry on MGM Grand hotel fire

I suppose I should really put in a 48 point Helvetica Bold “EXCLUSIVE: MUST CREDIT QUARTZ CITY” headline with the animated flashing red light and siren here, but I’ll leave that for someone else.

Kristin noticed that the LA Times’ story on the Monte Carlo hotel fire lifted some sentences from the Wikipedia entry on the MGM Grand fire. The Wikipedia entry has since been changed somewhat since then, but here’s as it originally was last night (and here’s a screenshot of the original LA Times story in case that changes)

The sentences in question are:

Most of the damage occurred in the casino on the second floor and its adjacent restaurants.

and

“The fire was caused by an electrical ground fault inside a wall soffit. The wiring inside the wall was used to power a refrigeration unit for a food display cabinet in the deli.”

My guess is that the LAT writer was in a hurry to put in some information on the MGM Grand fire and just pasted in parts of the Wikipedia article, but didn’t fully edit it down.

Silver Lake’s Back Door Bakery getting kicked out

Goddamnit

Our last day will Sunday, January 13th, 2008.

We’ve been at 1710 Silver Lake Blvd since 2001 [they mean 1991 -CKB]– going on seventeen years! We’ve been in business since 1989 – almost twenty years! Feels like twenty minutes. Whoosh!

I wish I could say we are leaving happily, but the snarky fact is that our landlady, Myrna Marin, owner of Modem Salon, kicked us out with only thirty days notice in December. I guess this was her Christmas present to us and our staff. Well, at least that’s how we’re taking it.

We’ve far outgrown our current space and now we get to do business in a bigger location. As we finalize those arrangements we will post new info. I wish I could say how long that will take, but over the years I have learned that nothing happens as quickly or as slowly as we need it.

What we do know is that our staff will stay with us until this last day and will follow us to our new location and we hope our beloved customers will do the same. We have had a rare privilege in getting to know and serve all of our wonderful neighbors over the years. We hope to be able to do this for another twenty years. At least.

Much love,
Deborah and Reno.

P.S. We will happily accept letters from any and all of you who would like wish us well, tell us what we’ve meant to you, or tell our new landlord how happy you’d be to have us in a new location.

OK so upfront, I’m somewhat neutral on rent raise/gentrification issues (yeah, blight is generally bad but be careful what you wish for), but this kicks me in the teeth. Back Door’s coffee, buttermilk scones, and ginger pear muffins have been a fundamental part of my Los Angeles commuting life since 1994. Their baked stuff is consistently outstanding and I’m going to be extra irritated by their absence. I hope they have a new place lined up soon.

It appears some irony lights are burning out there because landlady Marin’s web page has this quote:

A native Angeleno, Myrna earned her license before she even graduated high school. At 25, she opened her own salon on a sleepy stretch of Silver Lake Boulevard. Now the area is ground zero for the progressive Silver Lake scene, something that was established by artists like Myrna who saw the potential of the neighborhood and built it from the ground up.

So apparently it’s now time to purge out those artists. I can’t help but think that this takes a sawed-off shotgun to the entire middle section of Silver Lake Blvd. Back Door caters to a lot of folks: commuters, dog parkers, shambling musicians all of whom wouldn’t have any reason to pay attention to that strip of Silver Lake Blvd. during the day. It’s going to be a ghost town down there.

Meanwhile, the replacement restaurant for the still-missed Netty’s was supposed to open a year ago. It hasn’t yet. If memory serves, this leaves only Leela Thai, Michelangelo and the 7-11 as the only evening eating options. Sigh.

…And Back

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Despite being born with ocean-deficient genes (itself a further irony because I was born about 200 meters from the Pacific), I managed to get myself down to the beach at Ka’anapali and into the ocean. Twice. I know I know – I can hear the peanut gallery already, but we’re talking baby steps here. Thankfully we’re a very long way away from shorts and a Hawaiian shirt.

Honestly, there’s pretty much no way not to have a brilliant time on Maui and even with the Holiday invasion, things are distributed around enough that you never feel like you’re part of a mob. Some notes:

  • Wailea is the place to go if you want to feel like you’re on the Las Vegas strip. The Grand Wailea Hotel is architectually neat to check out, but is also the only place where we encountered rude staff and hollering kids.
  • Save $$$ on rental car extortion and take the Maui Bus. It’s only a buck per ride and you can spend more time looking out the window (trust me, you’ll do this a lot). Skip the car until you absolutely, positively need it.
  • Grady from ILX suggested that we check out Colleen’s in Haiku. We did, and holy crap was it good. Haiku itself is a great little town and felt most like the Maui that I was picturing to myself (jungle, farm, damp air) before arriving. When it’s time for a return visit I’d see about finding a weekly rental or B&B type of place there.
  • Kona coffee is indeed all that it’s cracked up to be.

Obligatory Flickr set.