Okay, first to the disclosure portion of the program. I don’t have a real connection to Surrender to Chance, but as a perk contributors to this blog get a credit for writing which I have used. Hey, I’m poor and… Continue Reading
Well, winter arrived here in the city of the angels in the form of our first big series of rain storms. Rain in the southland is always problematic: being in the worst drought in receded history we obviously need it,… Continue Reading
(forgive the scheduling issue, all my fault) So I am writing this on Thanksgiving, in the throes of a turkey-induced food coma. I didn’t cook, but I did purchase a dinner that, in the true American Tradition of Gluttony® was… Continue Reading
So Hurricane Portia has left the building. I of course mean “hurricane” in the best possible light: anyone who’s met Portia will tell you that it’s impossible not to be swept up into the vortex of fun. I was invited… Continue Reading
So today once again Los Angeles will be greeting the arrival of the lovely and talented Portia Turbo-Gear. This time Portia is with her partner and a friend. She had sort of made loose plans to get together for dinner… Continue Reading
Looking through my sample collection I came across a spray sample of Amouage Opus VII that I’d been ignoring for a while. It’s not that I was afraid that I’d hate it; quite the opposite. I was afraid that I’d… Continue Reading
Well I can’t win for losing. The allergies I had last week gave way to the flu this week. Fever, chills, the whole nine yards. Oddly, everything smells heightened: the soup I made smelled like socks, and the Fumerie Turque… Continue Reading