Category Archives: L.A.

Logotherapy

Viktor Frankl was a Jewish psychologist who survived the Nazi concentration camps.  His book Man’s Search for Meaning is partly a memoir of his time in the camps and partly an overview of his “Third Viennese School of Psychotherapy” called … Continue reading

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Harmonic

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Shift

Apologies in advance. For the last few years, my blog has mostly focused on my travels.  For the near future, at least, I’m going to be shifting my focus to my struggles with depression, suicidal thoughts, and search for meaning. … Continue reading

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Punches

As a kid who grew up loving the 1960’s The Time Machine and Hitchcock’s The Birds, I have always had great affection for Australian actor Rod Taylor. At the Burbank international film festival, my film geek friend Gavin & I had … Continue reading

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Care

My definition of self-care — Jack & Ginger, pepperoni & bacon pizza, and Marc Maron’s new Netflix special “Too Real” — may be askew.

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Iconoclast

Sorting through an old trunk, I stumbled on my high school prom photo.

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Specific

My plan was to drive up to Idaho for the solar eclipse, but I was fighting a horrible, rib-rattling chest cold.  I know you’re not supposed to do this, but I looked through my medicine cabinet to see if I … Continue reading

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Pounce

My brother, sister-in-law, and niece gave me this Lego Wolverine for Christmas.  I’ve placed him on the door jamb, ready to pounce!

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Matchbox

As very little boys, my brother & I were obsessed with Matchbox cars.  For Christmas one year, my mother made us this giant 6 foot felt map of Hollywood for us to drive our cars around on.  It contains all … Continue reading

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Craftsman

One of the things my mother gave me was her love of Arts & Crafts design.  (One of our last outings when she was still semi-lucid was to the Gamble House.  And our last outing to anywhere but the Olive … Continue reading

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Inception

I took this picture of Debbie taking a picture of the award-nominated picture she took in Tibet.

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Protest

Went downtown to the Tax March to protest Trump. There were lots of clever signs, but this was my favorite:

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Tenacious

On the bridge over the 101, walking from my new place to the Universal City Metro station, I spotted this beautiful flowers in the ivy clawing its way up the telephone pole’s guy-wire.

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Hometown

This is looking back at Burbank and the Verdugo Hills as seen from the top of the Universal Studios parking structure. One of the words for “hometown,” 老家 (lǎojiā), literally means “old family.”

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Carbon

I still had some charcoal hand soap I had bought at the Shaanxi Dr. CitySuper.  I took this (potato quality) picture before the character washed away.  炭 (tàn) means “carbon” as in “coal”. 山 (shān) means “mountain.”  灰 (huī, meaning “ash”) is … Continue reading

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