Monday, December 24, 2007

I dreamt of the organic in OC

Okay, I confess, I don't like fancy brand-new-everything Ralph's as much as Whole Foods. After this whole commercial brand dog food terror, I'm just so horrified by bad food for both dogs and humans. Whole Foods has also gotten a lot fewer creepy mid-aged self-employed entrepreneur whatever type of artsy guys walking around and bigger cheese collection...
Tried this walnut wolfgang organic wheat bread. It's okay, but a little too flavored and soft. I'm still not over the idea of finding the original Poilane bread near DT in 10 miles radius. I'm obsessed with Grass-eater and bread. Somebody told me she saw Poilane bread in Whole Foods. We past by the one in Tustin on the way home but didn't find it.

Take your dog to work

Do you have a computer job like Geeky Downtown Chick does? If you do, you're more likely to be able to take your dog to work.

My building said they were gonna install a new door in my unit. Two fake alarms already. I even took lil bitach with me to work for a day but am still not getting a new door. Very pissed.

She sat under my desk at work.

1997 Marquis de Grinon Rioja

Give Downtown Chick a decent laptop and some food then she's a happy crazy chick. Tonight's dinner: cooked about right hash brown (in the shallow black pan), mushroom with red wine sauce (are you crazy? Of course only Carlo Rossi, in the deep stainless steel sause pan I got from Hawaii Supermarket in San Gabriel), New York steak, bread, several kinds of cheese and candle light... The main course, is virtually this 1997 Marquis de Grinon... It's a rioja. Never had rioja.

It's sour! Still acidic although dinner companion had opened it for 5 hours before we drank it. Short finish. Didn't like it... But after a hectic session on the laptop, when you turn your head and see a table like this, it still makes you feel so much better...

Sunday, December 23, 2007

2002 Santa Ema D. O. Cachapoal Valley Catalino

75% Cabernet Souvignon, 18% Carmenere, 7% Cabernet Franc

Good wine from Chili!!! Nice aroma; rich grape, spice, cherry flavors; perfect with beef; decent finish. Loved it! Still like Grand Bert better but for a less dry fruity experience Santa Ema is perfect! I always hear of fruity Chilian wine and never had one good until Santa Ema.

Wednesday, December 19, 2007

Hard to be a chick, even harder to be a Downtown Chick

Holy loly! What a day!

Lil bitch has been sick. She has inflammatory bowel disease, is underweight and anemic. She throws up everything she eats. I've done everything to just try to make her eat and keep her alive these days. She's eating human grade rabbit and organic salad. I'm eating Yoplait and $0.99 baby carrots. Her acupuncture costs $65 a session in Pasadena. I don't even want to shell out $22 to cut my hair in some FOB place in San Gabriel Valley. Every night I get off from my 2 jobs I work like a maid rubbing rugs, vacuuming, washing here and there, making her food, washing dishes, washing her, cuddling with her to make sure she gets everything she needs. Finally, after 3 weeks, she gained 1.15 lb.

Then 2 days ago, when I got home around 7PM, I found her crying and limping. She broke her leg! I didn't know how that happened. I went to my building's security to ask if the maintenance guys came in to do the electric work while I was out. They still owed me a power outlet and a new door. I had told them they must give me a 24 hours notice in advance to come in or it's illegal. Yesterday they said no one came. Okay, little biatch hurt herself je ne sais quoi.

I don't know the nearby doggie ER here so I thought worst comes to worst we'll go back to the hospital in South Pasadena in where we lived before. She was trembling very very badly whenever I had to move her or when the security guys came to talk to me. She still growled and barked to try to protect me though even when she's so in pain. Poor girl. I held her to sleep and really couldn't decide if I should take her to the ER around 1:30AM. I decided to try to calm her down and let her rest a little. She was shaking for a long time before she fell asleep. It's absolutely the most tragic thing to hold a small hurt animal crying and moaning in your arm. I just burst into tears. So we got up at 5:30AM. I scooped her food in tiny little pieces and fed her with my hand because she couldn't even stand up by the bowl. Luckily she ate some rabbit meat for breakfast.

I dropped her off at the vet in Pasadena and went to work. The whole day I was chasing the leg vet on the phone to get him to talk to my dog's intestine vet because the leg vet wanted to clean her teeth and the intestine vet wanted to scope her before cleaning her teeth. What a nightmare. Has anybody had this dilemma between the continental scientific vs. the homeopathic, prednisone vs. digestive enzymes, Hill's d/z vs. Nature's Variety, the Pope vs. the Dalai Lama, an engineer guy vs. an artist guy, Ralph's vs. Whole Foods before? No, they're not opposites; you can believe in God even though you are Buddhist but if you're going to Church, believe me, your "brothers and sisters" won't let you go to the puja just like my dog's middle-class Hong Kong internist doesn't let my dog eat anything except her own prescribed food while that unbearably hot grey haired (East) Indian vet said "let the dog eat the organic raw food and mix it with a little Chinese sticky rice and cream cheese". Oh man, poor me the 21st C Downtown Chick torn between two currents! What is more ridiculous than going on a $75 professional consultation conference call with my dysfunctional Hollywood type ex and his holistic nutritionist from Orange County over our conflicting views of our joint-custody dog's diet?!

Didn't my native Hong Kong boat people mom just throw some random leftover on the table and I grew up better than well anyway?! Dude mom didn't even finish high school! I think we made our modern lives more complicated than we needed with some huge college loans I'm still paying. Crazy...!

Indian leg vet did a couple of x-rays on my dog's knee and hip and put her on pain killers and antibiotics. She's jumping around this morning again. Poof. Another easy $300. Sure, why not, I don't even want to think about how much I spent these days anymore. I had to. Little biatch was abused when she's a puppy. That crazy Hong Kong guy bred mini-schnauzers on the roof top of his plastic factory in Tsuen Wan in New Territories! I answered his classified ad on the newspaper thinking he just got a litter in his backyard or something. Nut case! He took 3 puppies from the cables and manufacturing machines for me to see when I got off the cab that night. Little biatch's sister and brother were both bigger and more active than her. She was the smallest trembling at the corner with curly pepper and salt hair. I was planning to get a guy but once I saw her, I couldn't let her go anymore. Paid USD$500. Took her home. Gave her a ridiculous boomer name. She became my dog.

P.S. Even serious culture blogs carry gossip: Does anybody notice Sarko's new girlfriend looks like a pervert Christian clown? Can't those deaf people stop comparing this kind of model singer whatever that would even fuck some ugly asses like Mick Jagger and Donald Trump with my angelic voice Keren Ann just because they both speak French and own an acoustic guitar for heaven's sake? What else do we need to know? Carla Bruni and Keren Ann are not even on the same level. People just so love meaning some dumb ass took an armchair Introduction to Art 101 on the weekend for four weeks or something by saying which celebrity studied art and architecture. That moron stole my French President boyfriend when I was busy running around for my dog dude. Okay, you know I'm so very not over it!

Tuesday, December 18, 2007

Japanese red bean rice cakes (dessert) for your creepy neighbor

Those good old days... with these super cute Japanese red bean rice cakes (keep in fridge) after a good binto box with tampura, sushi rolls, salad, grilled fish from the couple of little convenient stores in Japanese Village for less than $10...

I think I haven't opened my mouth and talked to anybody except for absolute necessity for over a week already. I'm a pathological loner.

Monday, December 17, 2007

How much do the rats in Downtown weigh?

See, you all know Downtown Chick as a size 4 can flick a pile of big Western guys to miles away like Jet Li in Fearless cuz Dad is a Kung Fu master. A piece of cake! But then when it comes to the nasty black guys in Pershing Square, I'm out dude...

I swear to God the first rat I saw tonight on the way to Dorothy Chandler Pavilion for La Boheme was longer than my foot and I wear size 8 shoes. He came out from the bush to the street on Fifth Street, grabbed a plastic bag with 2 legs like a squirrel and quickly went back. The second rat came late, hung out a little bit, got nothing so he went back empty legged. I of course detoured to the opposite street. Neither Kung Fu nor pepper spray helped. Any idea what to do with those bad guys?

This's one of the reasons why I don't walk my dog in Pershing Square that much. I'm afraid the rats will just eat her up. Lil biatch's only 8 lb. The rats, maybe 2 lb? Looked pretty stocky to me.

Saturday, December 15, 2007

Downtown Chick's weekend project

You know we all don't have a yard in Downtown so nothing to do with Home Depot for us. But there's still a lot to do on a saturday to get yourself all in dog hair...

Thursday, December 13, 2007

Cute Knut: Berlin's Baby Polar Bear

REUTERS/Zoo Berlin
Oh so cute. Can't resist.

Wednesday, December 12, 2007

"I'm happy. I don't want to see or hear anything."

Dinner companion and I volunteered to take a senior lady from the Women's Center to watch this play about three inmates last weekend.

So I drove her from Downtown to Hollywood. We talked about the weather. She said two years ago there was snow in Compton and nobody (in Compton) knew how to scoop the snow and they had to find "those Chinese people" there to do the snow.

I was a bit shocked. I wasn't sure if I should come out I was Chinese, not Korean right there (cuz I got those Korean, Japanese guesses more often than Chinese in L.A. even from Chinese folks themselves and was pretty sure the lady thought I wasn't Chinese). I also just wondered if anybody said anything about "those black people" how it'd come out nowadays in America but okay, a little warm-up, no problem. I'm glad somebody did the snow anyway. Those Chinese people scooping that unusual winter snow in Compton, sure, why not.

So we watched this play in El Centro Theater.

So here we have 714 prisoners in every 100,000 Americans. To give some examples, in France, it's 91. In Germany, it's 96. Original article from King's College, London here. Costs the tax payers $25,000.00+ per head every year, about three times we spend on a student.

Rings a bell called The Birth of the Prison? - It's not about who's in the prison but the problems with which society where prison system belongs to can't deal.

It's sad I've never heard anybody telling me they're going to vote for Dennis Kucinich while I've read nothing better than his on the issues of racial bias on drug related crimes, mandatory minimum sentences and unaffordable healthcare from his competitors. He'll even decriminalize marijuana for Heaven's sake cuz we've gotten better things to do than spending 10 billion a year on busting podheads. Hello, where's the 420 friends in Hollywood? Can't we just get the boys back home and send them to school so everybody learns at least how to spell if somebody's just found with some crack in his hand or driving a thug while he doesn't even know?

Dennis Kucinich is a classic example of elitism so he'll never even get close. Insights doesn't sell here. Americans buy drama: commercials, commodities they do not need ranging from SUV to too much food, Oprah, stupid TV shows, the American dream of a dang house they can't keep up with its payments, cheesy affairs that wreck homes, no?

It's a political culture of ostriches. "Lock the intimidating up, put the crazy to the streets and I live in the suburb. My kids are going to USC so I can live with being in the largest prison in the world. Once in a while, I can even shed a tear watching Oprah motivating the little girls in her cult show and endorsing Obama," right?

Monday, December 10, 2007

$391.56 mortgage

See? Once again, I prove myself a genius. I suddenly thought of a way to pay the same or even less of our rent in Downtown to afford a 3-bedroom house!

Guess how much does this house cost? Lot size: 8712 ft. Built In: 1881. Bedrooms: 3. Bathrooms: 1. 1.5 story home. Living room (13.4x20), dining room (13x7), kitchen (10x11.3), office (10x10), master bedroom (13.1x13.5), bedroom 2 (11.9x13.8), bedroom 3 (14.3x13.2), 1 car garage. Newer roof and central air, vinyl siding, corner lot, fenced back yard, deck.

$39,900.00!

No, not $399,000.00. $39,900.00 still with room to bargain. Not kidding. If you pay it over 25 years, you pay $391.56 a month. I think one can't even get a room in any of the small hotels on skid row for that price. It's in Grand Island.

Where's Grand Island? No, it's not in the Philippines you idiot. Nebraska dude!

I've actually been in Grand Island numerous times. I went to the riverboat casino in Iowa, Kansas City many times, Missouri, Illinois... The only place I will beat Grand Island with in the Midwest is probably Chicago but I still should move to Grand Island because for only $391.56 a month, I get my own house. There're Walmart, Walgreens, Burger King, Johnny Cash and MidWestern guys going to church...

When the men talk, they say a lot of "Oh boy..."'s, like they're 60 years old ... like Grass-eater did... and they tell you they're going to "the boy's room" before the movie starts... I have a co-worker in his 50s who talks like that. If I had a penis, in the two weeks that co-worker and I shared a table together for a work project, it stayed erect for 8 hours a day I swear. Come on, you gotta excuse my nose for bleeding over that kind of all-American old-fashioned white boys if I get that Asian fetish crap in the city everyday too. I just fall into a coma when the guy is shy and asks, "maybe I can see you soon?"

Argh, no. Won't find another MidWestern guy like my love. Or indeed another guy.

Friday, December 7, 2007

Pussy and Pooch (Main and 6th)

Thank God Pussy and Pooch opened so I don't have to drive all the way to Hollywood for lil bitch's food and treats dude! I don't like Lofty Dog, period. Very pushy. My bitch is going to Pussy and Pooch because their Robert knows about raw diet. Their dog that greeted me, Cosmo, has been on raw meat for a year I heard.

Most dogs don't eat raw rabbit meat. It's not the most convenient thing to feed but my lil biatch is sick, no choice. I got a bag of patties from Janine, the girl I called on the phone before. She said it's $12 to take a bath there. Well not you! For a small dog! You wash them there yourself. Yeah I know how to groom her! I've been grooming her all these years! No she doesn't have the trendiest haircut in Downtown but it keeps her comfy! That's what matters I heard from mom who did the same to me too!

Lil bitch has not been eating for a day. She doesn't feel like prescribed dry Hill's d/z. She wants rabbit meat... So Toy District suitcase for me for packing up a bit for X'mas to the East coast, November's Vogue for me too although there's no way I can afford a pair of Manolo's for $890, I'm still a lucky girl. As long as lil bitch eats, I'll do anything.

Thursday, December 6, 2007

20 bucks community tix to watch La Boheme at the Music Center!

Okay DT-ers, just saw it this morning, going fast. Just got mine. Be quick. Click on picture for opera 411:

[From Yelp Talk] You have to get some culture at some point, right? Might as well be now! LA Opera will be offering $20 tickets for all seats for the December 16, 2007 final performance of La Boheme. It's the perfect opera for beginners, and the Music Center looks so pretty all dressed up for Christmas. Tickets go on sale tomorrow, December 6 at 10:00 am, and are available on a first come first served basis. Here's the press release:
http://www.laopera.com%2Fpress%2Fpdf%2FLa%2520Boheme%2520%2420%2520tickets.pdf

Saturday, December 1, 2007

The Grass-eater trauma

I'm one of those lame chicks that wear a pair of big ass Jackie O sunglasses at Ralph's. Hipster? Tacky? FOB? Words! I don't care what you think dude! You have no idea how I feel. There're times I can't face the world. I don't want anybody to see me and I don't want to look at anybody while I need a pack of hot and spicy chicken wings and a bottle of lime Jose Cuervo Citrico so badly.

When the memory attacks; when I forget where I am and wonder where Grass-eater is; when his kisses fly from my big window to my lips; when his "sweetheart"'s, "your beautiful face"'s, "I really like you" race through the early winter night breeze of Downtown to my ears; when he kisses me right in front of his security guard with his suitcases before flying out of town... I'm not alive. I'm in another dimension, the forbidden space when our passion resides. Time does not pass. He is right here, right with me, right now. He comes back. He never changes. He is still waiting for me to visit him in his loft. He has done the trash already. There is neither take-out boxes nor foam cups in the bin. He's just gottan back from the gym and taken a shower. He smiles in his dark jacket after a hair cut that he thinks a little too short by a business contact and finds me in the crowd... [Shit I hit the glass on my window, ouch! WTF!]

Hold me close and hold me fast
The magic spell you cast
This is la Vie en Rose

When you kiss me heaven sighs
And though I close my eyes
I see la Vie en Rose

When you press me to your heart
I'm in a world apart,
A world where roses bloom

And when you speak,
angels sing from above
Everyday words seem to turn into love songs

Give your heart and soul to me
And life will always be
La Vie en Rose

I thought that love was just a word
They sang about in songs I heard
It took your kisses to reveal
That I was wrong and love is real

- What Grass-eater left me.

Has anybody read the Nobel Prize winner Eli Wiesel not introduced by Oprah? The Night Trilogy has a scene where the Jewish guy was walking with his wife in the city near a theater after he escaped from the halocaust, and he couldn't remember what things happened first and what later. They just all came up. He wrote it exactly like his consciousness was experiencing all of them the same time.

BTW, Obama and Bert Green get play on Downtown Chick's presidential poll. I'm a bit surprised with Steve Lopez. You guys don't like Steve Lopez's series on Downtown? I actually thought that was pretty good...

Tuesday, November 27, 2007

2005 Louis Jadot Beaujolais Burgundy

Well, what can you do with $10 for Thanksgiving? You can either eat at your family's, relatives', friends' or nice strangers' places or buy this from the local supermarket and come up to Downtown Chick's apartment and talk shit with her for a nice evening over L.A., politics and the Dalai Lama when she's cleaning her apartment... She has chips if you're hungry...

And for ten bucks, this bottle is way over her expectation... Get this name down... Not the Villages. It's just the Beaujolais. And I know Sarko will spank me for drinking cheap wine again... Okay fine... The controlling French man... Sheesh...

Woo, spanking... Let me cause some trouble...

Clos du Bois Chardonnay, unknown year

$9 a glass, unlike its cousin the disgusting Clos du Bois merlot, surprisingly, it's a smooth sweet easy-to-drink chardonnay with some Brazilian fried cod fish for a chilly night on Sunset with my exchange student friend from Provence. Short finish, but hey, it's good enough for a glass over a decent conversation. He's just 22 dude! Get over it!

My dog has just been diagnosed of fatal illness. I should really cut down my outings. Argh..., pondering how to handle the four figure veterinary bill now... A typical evening after my codependent Ex returned her: walked her; made allergen-free dry dog food mixed with human grade raw rabbit meat and soothing digestive relief; talked to her in English, Cantonese and a bit French; an hour later, Prednisone; walked her again; washed her feet, butt and pee holes with clean water; wrote a little bit; before bed, doggy antacid and another infection medicine... I get up at 6:00AM to do the same in the morning... Just like for a human baby... I love my dog's life more than my own life... And she does so too... She won't let anybody touch her butt and nails except myself... I do most of the grooming and manicure myself cuz she hates everybody except me... Downtown Chick is depressed... My bitch really IS me...

Monday, November 26, 2007

St Vincent De Paul Thrift Store (N Avenue 21 and Humboldt)

[Photo by Kit S. on Yelp ] Its thrift store is not cheap but it does have a wide selection of things. It has a lot of interesting old furniture, lots and lots of chairs, mattresses, cabinets, desks, closets, etc. I mean, A LOT. It's big! I had an eye on a vintage wall unit and it could go for $1600 although it still needed some minor work here and there. So you can imagine it's gotten some good stuff. There're old DVD players, speakers, lots of AV equipments supposed to be expensive if new for sale too. They even had used cars for sale there in the past I believe cuz one of the guys I knew bought a Mercedez there but I'm not sure if they're still doing it now. The clothing selection is also giant. Other household items like picture frames, paintings, mirrors, dolls, everything are overwhelming. I can only glance cuz there're too many of them. I'm not really too proficient in thrift store gold rush activity but if you're good in it, this can be a very good place for you to kill a couple hours.

The hygenic condition of this place is satisfactory. No nasty weird smell of any sort and items're overall touchable. I just find their prices are marked a bit higher than maybe the general Goodwill or Salvation Army? But still, it's for good cause so we can live without that little bit more I'm sure.

Shish Kabob (Main and 3rd)

This's one of my favorite dirty little places in Downtown. It's cute.

It doesn't have AC or TV, but it's gotten a big window, so grab the table next to the window if it's hot. There're usually nobody in it. Everybody buys take out or orders delivery there. There're around 2-3 small tables with plastic table cloth in it now and each sits 2-3 people. It's a one man band. He delivers by his bike if you're local. Isn't it wonderful? He's a VERY VERY nice old man who always laughs and jokes around.

When I have a bad day like today, I like going to places like that alone after work and immediately feeling better from something so simple and sweet: kind man on the block and yum yum in the box. I guess it's a little like stressed beaten up men going to strip clubs. Only my remedy is much cheaper and Persian.

You can ask to change the rice in the plates to salad if you don't eat rice that much. His falafel's great. Love those fried balls. So tasty. I can eat there everyday.

Wednesday, November 21, 2007

Facebook, you rock dude!

See, I knew this's gonna happen. My first love finally came back to me!

What came in email today is a Facebook invitation from my inmate first love. Remember the inmate I talked about in I'm a psycho ex? He's the man dude! So after a number of friends tried then failed to get me into Facebook, here comes Inmatian's... Okay, you gotta admit a past love's Facebook invitation is a killer... I budged... I wanted to see how he was doing so badly... Who doesn't? So I registered and went through the whole nine yards... So finally, I saw a picture of him...!

Um, I don't know how that happened. But apparently he changed. I mean, he changed A LOT! He was originaly a Jamaican British guy. Now, maybe Michael Jackson's surgeon volunteered for Médecins Sans Frontières in a grade school in some small town in North U.K.? He looks white! Not only that he looks white, he looks like he eats grass! I cannot believe what a good job they have done on his face! The eyes, the lips, the face, the shape of his arm, for some reason, look exactly like somebody's I saw not long ago! That's just so strange! Do they have Famima in York too? The way he spoke the words of sweetness to me, the way he looked me in his eyes, the way he held me in his arms and tasted my lips that wanted to be kissed, that toxicating scent of a man that I was supposed to kiss him on his crotch... Aw, no, I mean kick him on his crotch...

Did another man added me instead of Inmatian? All I saw on my first love's profile were a man and some grass! Come on, that couldn't be true... How could it be possible that these two men now look so alike? There must be some problem with my eyes tonight... Seriously, it's true. You think you ran away from everything all the way to the other side of the world, then you find the exact same "thing". It's in you. It's not elsewhere.

Inmatian "sent me a flower" on Facebook and said "Good to be in contact again!" Is it? Is it really good to be in contact again? So I saw his son's profile, his baby pictures and the room of his house he's renting out for students. Those things about his life he told that 22-year-old girl every night after work in her dorm room suddenly all came back from the drawer of the forgotten passion like a group of pigeons flying off the street when a car came... Wow... This is heavy... I was about to graduate from grad school that time. What happened to me? Oh okay I remember now. That shit. I bet if I look into his eyes right now, he'd still be just as fearless as when he cheated. We all have our own ways to not exactly forgive ourselves but actually deny our wrong doing. And if they know it's safe 10 years later when they see you work, you write, you move away, you see other people and know you probably don't care about them anymore, they send a fucking Facebook invite to you, that young woman they almost killed just because their dicks were itchy.

And because most women will die with no laid, they stay with their husbands like that so there's another happy couple with some happy family pictures on Facebook.

Friday, November 16, 2007

Salades de Provence (La Cienega and Santa Monica, Weho)

Does anybody know where the hottest ass in Los Angeles is? What? Downtown Chick's bed? No, that's only the 2nd. The hottest Angeleno ass is in on the waiter Terry's in Salades de Provence in WeHo.

Every woman has a man that makes her a real writer. Terry is my man. His place and he have made Downtown Chick go back to publish in Chinese which I haven't done for a good few years. But for Terry's smoking hot ass, all is worth it. This entry is dedicated to Terry's hospitality and their excellent menu which is exactly the same as the Salades de Provence in Provence in France.

For a complete bread bitch, what can be better than a funny guy swinging his very firm perky cute butt under those perfect sand-washed straight leg blue jeans holding a delicious L'Assiette Mirabeau (The Mirabeau Plate) with some tender salty Prosciutto ham and goat cheese over my favorite dry crunchy brown tartines of Poilane bread to me? Well, that is, maybe if they have a wine cellar there as well? No, seriously, I can't think of anything else except that. Besides, you can always bring a bottle in or get one from the giant wine store next door. There's no corkage fee in Salades de Provence. This place is just awesome. The organic little cherry tomatoes, mushrooms, walnut pine nuts made Downtown Chick a very happy single girl in the Boys Town...

If you are looking for a place where you can listen to some old skool French pop classic like Laurent Voulzy, Gilbert Montagne, Claude Francois near home, you might want to consider moving there, at least I do. It's not that I don't like Jay-Z or accordion; I do, but at the price of $13.95 a plate, sometimes I want to sit somewhere I can hear Henri Salvador, play with that old-fashioned water bottle lid and write a bit. Okay, fine, I lie. I'm pretending to be unpretentious. I hate Jay-Z. He's a fucking idiot. How can somebody listen to that kind of crap? Don't get it.

I didn't have too good of an appetite from a recent stomach sickness so I skipped dessert. My friend gave me a scoop of his moelleux au chocolat for dessert though. It was good. Soft inside, not melted and flowing but not as hard as a brownie as well, sweet and just about right. Salades de Provence also has a good selection of ice-cream. It's a frugal hedonistic shortest getaway a heart-broken Downtowner can take within a radius of 10 miles.

Wednesday, November 14, 2007

How Does It Feel

How does it feel when you are tied up, burnt in fire?
How does it feel when somebody pours a bottle of abrasive to your face?
How does it feel when a Mobil truck crashes your little passenger car?
How does it feel when you are raped in Los Angeles street?

How does it feel when you see your comrade bombed in the battlefield?
How does it feel when you've been drinking for four days?
How does it feel when your love despises you?
How does it feel when your parents die?

You feel like how I feel now.
When Grass-eater doesn't show up at my doorstep anymore,
That's how it feels.
Light of my life, fire of my loins, my sin, my soul.

Saturday, November 10, 2007

Dodging in Downtown

So, you know, when I first started dating Keanu, it's because he played in the movie under the influence of one of my favorite authors - Matrix. But then it's really too far of a stretch. Keanu looks kind of more thoughtful than some dudes from Venice but he really doesn't know jack about simulation when you start talking to him in French. Plus he kept taking me to his Hollywood red carpet parties, private jets to Hawaii and shit like that which just really bored the crap out of me. I always forgot to bring my perfume and anti-psychotics when I traveled which didn't help recovery at all. So after a while I decided to end it with Keanu when the New French President sent me poems and roses to my apartment in Downtown everyday... How romantic...

Everybody thought his ex-supermodel wife dumped Sarko right? Actually no, he dumped her for me... Poof! No one knows... Sarko hates people knowing his private life. One time Yahoo found out about us from our email conversation. He freaked out.

"I'm gonna call my friend and fire that guy in Yahoo who's gonna tell the world about you and me," he said when I was busy closing my curtains when he came over. You know, Downtown is full of journalists and bloggers. You never know.

"But um, my dear, I'm not sure if you can do that. It's Yahoo. They can even kowtow to China on the expense of some journalist's prison time for their offices in Beijing and Shanghai. It's not Paris Match you know? This's America..." I turned around and mumbled.

"Yes, I can. I've gotten some friend there too."

"Really? You know people in America too? You never told me. Who?"

"Bush!" He had just come back from Washington after some hotdog and burger meals.

"But you sure you wanna do anything him? He's a serial..."

"Enough! I don’t want them to like me. I want them to help me get things done!"

"Aw, okay, so, can we eat now?" Well, there's always a way with anybody including controlling French men.

Because it's bad English if we use the same word twice in a sentence, I'm gonna say "Sarko gave me a passionate tongue-involving kiss and we went to our favourite French restaurant." We started with this scallop and shrimp brochette in puff pastry and fine herbs mousseline first. How to stick the pastry to the plate so it doesn't move? Put some mashed potatoes underneath. That's the trick. The puff pastry was good but I couldn't eat the whole thing. Too much carb. I wasn't that impressed with the scallop and shrimp. It tasted a little over-cooked. For seafood, I'm all for the Japanese and Chinese styles. Fresh and raw. Cooking isn't my favorite way to handle seafood.
And then here came the roasted venison in poivrade sauce and baby veal chop in morrel cream sauce for the main. The mushrooms on the lamb were truffles. They were so delicious. As much as the beef was also juicy, tasty and of good quality, the lamb was just so so tender and nice. It was pretty unbelievable. I had not had better lamb elsewhere in Los Angeles.

Unknown French cheeses with mache and endive salad. That's something I'm not used to: eating salad after the meat.


These two cute cones were dangerous, especially the vanilla: chocolate and vanilla canneles with hazelnut sauce. The vanilla cannele was a piece of art. How could a dessert be so tasty? That's really too much. Felt like I had an orgasm.

And of course, Sarko won't let me tell you where we went. Duh!

Pakistan on the brink

Dear friends,
Add your name to the global Pakistan emergency petition by clicking below:

"We, the undersigned, call on all nations to condemn General Musharraf's crackdown, and to suspend military aid to Pakistan until the constitution is restored and free, fair elections are ensured."
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Pakistan is on the brink: unpopular president General Pervez Musharraf has imposed a state of emergency, sacked the Supreme Court, shut down the media and basic freedoms, and imprisoned democratic opposition leaders. The general blames his actions on an imagined coalition of terrorists and independent-minded judges -- but his real fear may be losing absolute power.

Elections are planned for January 2008 -- they must not be postponed. But martial law and the imprisonment of democratic opposition leaders don't make for a free and fair vote either. So we're calling on the international community -- particularly the US Congress, which has voted Musharraf billions of dollars in military aid over the last six years -- to use all its leverage for swift elections and restoring constitutional protections. Click below to sign our petition immediately, then tell your friends so they can do the same --

http://www.avaaz.org/en/emergency_pakistan

We just received this email from Asma Jahangir, head of the Pakistani Human Rights Commission and the UN's Special Rapporteur for freedom of religion worldwide. Now under house arrest in Lahore, she's one of many Pakistanis urgently asking the world community to raise our voice:
There is a strong crackdown on the press and lawyers... The Chief Justice is under house arrest (unofficially). The President of the Supreme Court Bar (Aitzaz Ahsan) and 2 former presidents, Mr. Muneer Malik and Tariq Mahmood have been imprisoned for one month under the Preventive Detention laws...

There are other scores political leaders who have also been arrested. Yesterday I was house arrested for 90 days... the President (who has lost his marbles) said that he had to clamp down on the press and the judiciary to curb terrorism. Those he has arrested are progressive, secular minded people, while the terrorists are offered negotiations and ceasefires.

Lawyers and civil society will challenge the government and the scene is likely to get uglier. We want friends of Pakistan to urge the US administration to stop all support of the instable dictator, as his lust for power is bringing the country close to a worse form of civil strife...

--Asma Jahangir
Lahore, Pakistan

General Musharraf claims that martial law is necessary to combat extremist terror. But it just doesn't add up. Musharraf retains strong links with the Pakistani Taliban (see PS below). His emergency powers are being directed only against the democratic opposition, free press and judiciary – just days before a scheduled ruling on whether Musharraf could run for president while remaining army chief. In an August poll, too, Pakistanis rated "ensuring an independent judiciary, free press and free elections" as their top priority.

Right now, leaders around the world are deciding how to respond. The General is dressing up his crackdown in the rhetoric of "anti-terrorism" because Musharraf and his military supporters depend on foreign military aid and international recognition to maintain their legitimacy. That's why we have to speak out now.

The world can't ignore the threat of chaos in Pakistan, or the voices of our fellow democrats there. Let's come together as we did on Burma, and move our governments to act. In these crucial early days, the voice of the world's people has tremendous power. Let's use it. Sign the petition and tell your friends today -

http://www.avaaz.org/en/emergency_pakistan

With hope,

Paul, Pascal, Galit, Ricken, Graziela, Ben and the whole Avaaz team

PS for more background on Pakistani polls and Musharraf's links to the Pakistani Taliban, see: http://www.avaaz.org/blog/en/pakistan

Thursday, November 8, 2007

Bordello (1st and Vignes, Art District)

[Photo credit to Nano M. on Yelp.com] It's a beautiful bar in the Art District. By beautiful I mean it's tasteful but not grand/fancy/middle-class. It's furnished and decorated in the classic/feminine style. I just feel the feminine energy the moment I stepped into it for some reason. It's strange. I believe many people like the temptress-dressed bartenders although I can probably live without it. The curtained small areas in front of the bar are sweet. Drinks in hand, you can find a cornor and share with somebody after a long stressful day on the comfortable cool leather couch. And if you're up, maybe even a walk on the bridge just right around the cornor afterwards? I kinda like that area of downtown. It's not as crowded and "hip" but more underground.

There's dress code. My friend was wearing a cap and he had to take it off. They're strict about that.

Their $7 house red cab tastes like dishwater. Do not order house there. It's just ridiculous.

In terms of meeting people, I will never really go there just to hang out with people I don't know though. Let me put it this way - It's older than a meat market. It's the kind of place you will tell a guy under his tacky aviator shades "Honey I need you to do one thing for me. Stop talking to me cuz that fake blonde sitting over there that you've just hit on looks like a complete moron and I'd like to keep my record clean." I'm sorry if I'm a bitch but I'd rather be a bitch than one of those desperate generic women in their 30s or 40s that will let any of the guys there touch them all over after two drinks. Sorry, but it's really like that there. It's pretty pathetic for grown-ups. If you're that kind of guy that doesn't care about having your taste and hair intact, congratulations, you can get laid there any time.

Wednesday, November 7, 2007

Cafe Pinot (Hope and 5th)

[Photo from Here Comes The Guide] This glass box cross the library tower is charming. Classy interior, surprisingly good energy without the suspected snottiness. Excellent helpful wait staff. I had a good night there.

Try all means to have the lobster there. It's GOOD! Hands down. Why do we spend our money on clam and oyster in Water Grill? Might as well go for lobster like this. It was MP-ed on the menu and we had it for $45 I believe if memory works.

Another fun thing to do there is the cheese plate. I used to think cheese plate of a dinner is really like a "closure" of an ended relationship. If there's much enough there to need a serious breakup, you do the cheese plate, then get the check. If there's not enough, it's just gonna be maybe cheesecake or coffee or even nothing, like the phone calls just stop and nobody makes a sound. Cuz think about it, why do we really eat a cheese plate? It's quite filling and it takes longer time than desserts. It's almost like another entree after a good one. You really gotta like the night much enough to commit your ass to a cheese plate knowing there's enough vibe to share with that person. I've only done a couple cheese plates in my life so I'm still girly about it.

It's a dressy place but we both wore just nice jeans and it was accepted. I however fail to walk in there again. The last hour of my 30th's birthday was spent there with Grass-eater. He said the couple nights before then he was thinking I would wear a very very short skirt for our date. He said he didn't feel good about something in his family. He said many many things, and sweated a bit... At that time I didn't know why he was always stressed. Now I know. I feel a thousand needles on my heart.

Tuesday, November 6, 2007

The Water Grill (Grand and 5th)

[Photo credit to Caroline Y. on Yelp.com] Okay, gray haired uptight old guys in suits keep talking to the other guy while peek at you are hot. I like that. Maybe they should have wood floor so the heels can make louder sound while I walk to consummate my nostalgic fantasy.

So we started off with the oyster clam platter. It was excellent. Okay, there's a reason why it's voted number one. I agree. It's better than Ocean Avenue. Hands down. The only one I will compare them with is actually the seafood plateau in Balthazar in NY, geez much cheaper choice. But hey I was only a tourist, I could have romanticized the little guys on the other coast hehe...

My lasting memory was with the Pacific big eye tuna after couple glasses of champaign and enough foreplay with the oyster, clam, mussel, shrimp, crab and lobster. Definitely get it if you like soft, rich, juicy fish. It's dangerously good there. I'm not talking about the tiny tuna tartar. I mean the real deal, the main dish.

Don't you love life. Agh, so good.

Monday, November 5, 2007

Mai Supertacos (Spring and 6th)

[Photo credit to Lucas R. on Yelp.com] Um I think the folks in Mai must have been partying the night before I visited and had a serious hangover... They forgot about the food in the trays at all...!

The pork was dried up at the tips, tough and the sauce was mundane... I don't eat tortilla so I went for the carnitas plate with rice and beans... Let me put it this way, the little yellowish rice was worse than what you'd get as a side from El Pollo Loco, and the beans were just plain Mexican-normal, nothing special. They did give me a lot of cilantro in red sauce which kind of made the plate a bit less disappointing but even the red sauce wasn't that impressive at all. I was disheartened. Paid $6.45. I'm so very over it like an ex.

Apparently not all mom and pop places are good. Some are just mom and pop and maybe even aunt and uncle and nephew and niece... but nothing good to my mouth.

Sunday, November 4, 2007

Kouraku (San Pedro and 2nd, Little Tokyo)

Their ramen is definitely not bad. It's not as good as in Daikokuya but it's pretty good, especially the spicy ones. The ingredients taste fresh and the soup base is quite tasty. But the must-order is definitely the omlette rice. Gravy over the omlette and melt into the rice once you open it. Woo... I'm not even a big fan of rice but still eat a lot of it there.

There're also not as many drunk red-faced Asian guys as in Daikokuya and or creepy rice molesters with some really dumb looking Asian girls as in Suehiro as well. It's more down to earth, marginal hole in the wall kind of place for some harmless mellow Japanese food.

I like the atmosphere and the kitchen where you can see every single detail of it. Sometimes it's relaxing to see the chef frying with that big wok like he's dancing in front of me or something after a long day.

It's the kind of place I never make a special trip to go but maybe every half year or so, I kind of pass it and crave for that familiar touch.

Do you see the traffic light across the street in front of the pole saying "Japanese Village"? Grass-eater and I kissed there, again and again, last time when it's as chilly at night. He, and I, like there're no others. With his hands on my waist, I could not care anymore. We made love after we ate in Kouraku. He put a black towel in his bed, asked me to open my legs, and gently pulled the tampon out.

Seriously, I feel very peaceful to be home alone in bed by the Kitties. I hope soon I will finish serving my time and can leave this world.



I am stunned. I should take my medicine.

Saturday, November 3, 2007

Charlie O's Cocktail Lounge (Spring and 5th)

Okay Blackbird of Lost Souls plays there so I wanted to check it out. But I went on a wrong day. Cheesy top 40; empty dance floor; a few customers on the stools looking like they had just gotten lost in nowhere; advertised its "Neighborhood Night" on My Open Bar L.A. while the bartender said she knew nothing about it... Not helpful. Not friendly at all. What the hell? A dive's value is its personal touch, not LACK of personal touch... I think they need to headhunt somebody from maybe 107, Short Stop or Ye Rustic Inn to learn what a decent dive's supposed to be like...
:-/

What a waste of the original Alexandria's historic interior, especially after reading so many stories about landlord cutting toilet water and throwing residents out to the street on L.A. Times... Was thinking it's a place to visit and get to feel the history there... Oh well...I love old buildings; the older the better; and really think they'll fly on the right hand. But Charlie O's a misfortune. Basically, with a pair of ears allergic to crappy music, I could not stand staying there for longer than 3 minutes. Yeah, Bukowski took a dump there, like I care.

Friday, November 2, 2007

Craby Joe's (Main and 6th)

[Photo from you-are-here.com] Bartender Aaron is super nice but soon he will need a job. Drinks're $4 but very weak. Keep drinking and going to the restroom. It's very bright inside for a bar and been there for 30 years or so I think?

It's clean and very comfortable to kick back with some friends with a beer. It's spacious. Dinner companion even pulled his suitcase in right after getting off the plane which I don't think we could have found another spot as relaxed as that. Everybody minds their own business.

They're closing the end of this year because of some plausible plot (One time a guy went in and later LAPD said that guy was a suspect and influenced no renewal of lease; owner decided not to fight cuz he knew he'd still have no lease).

I'm very disappointed this kind of business of so much history is forced to close. Wonder what's next to take over that desirable spot right next to so many expansive loft buildings where the landlord can probably make much more than how much they do now with that mysterious "suspect" deal. The message of the story is don't order delivery: the Pitfire dude comes in then tomorrow your home's cracked down cuz he's a "suspect", you never know.

Monday, October 29, 2007

Kittyholic anonymous

Downtown Chick: Hi, my name is Downtown Chick. I'm a Kittyholic.

Other Kittyholics: Hi, Chick.

Downtown Chick: Well, this week has been good. I ate some canned meatball spaghetti, went on a date with Keanu Reeves, saved my half month's pay after paying for my car loan for my black on black tinted Accord EX V6 which still runs like smoke when Grass-eater looks out from his window and sees I'm stalking him, gas for around $200 a month which used to be half (I'm already pumping mostly just Arco and 76) and Mercury full coverage insurance and only bought half a dozen pairs of Hello Kitty panties from Fashion District. They're going for $13 a dozen and I managed to only get half a dozen. They come in bubble gum pink, sharp pink, blue, green and white. I got the light pink, dark pink and white in Downtown. Of course, it's made in China, not by Sanrio...

Um, I'm sorry. How many minutes do I still have...? Pardon...? Oh two and a half...? Okay... I'll share more then: when I was small, my parents never bought me any Hello Kitties so I feel an urge to pamper that inner child of mine that still desires Kitty and wants to be her best friend now. In the end, we were born in the same year (1976 - there was rumor about Kitty being born in 1974 which was untrue; probably her ex-boyfriend - the little teddy bear on the second picture on her souls whom she used to date - spread the rumor after they broke up cuz he's jealous of her continuous charm over three decades while he lost his hair, got a beer belly and married an ugly Japanese dumb ass...) and both of our hobbies include making new friends, traveling and baking cookies.

I admit I am powerless to my addiction to Kitty and leave myself to God. God loves Kitty too. He told me last night when he helped warming up the Whirlpool oven. I mean, God is nice guy. He's really caring, has a good job, takes me out, bakes cookies with me but for some reason, I just couldn't get to "it". I love him. I definitely do. There's no doubt about it. But when I thought of Kitty, and how girly I feel with only Kitty in my bed with only my little girls' panties on, I just wish that's forever. I just wish my pussy will never be territorialized by anybody else until I die. And I just wish I will die as soon as I want.

I have been volunteering in the Downtown Women's Center and working a new job trying to be helpful. I hope when my life has no meaning to myself, it can still offer others some use just like wrecked car parts on Craig's List. Thank you guys.

Thursday, October 25, 2007

Downtown Chick's pick for Halloween activity: Mangler's Haunted Asylum


Ahem, did anyone read Folie et déraison... (Madness and Civilization)? As a Foucault's reader in college, I think everyone should get to know about crazy people, and society's oppression, and question who're really "crazy"... :

AN ASYLUM WITH A CRIMINAL PAST:

In 1915 the California Legislature called for a comprehensive study of the problem of "feeble mindedness." As a result of this study, the Legislature recognized the need for an institution in Southern California and approved $250,000 on July 17, 1917, for the Pacific Colony. The original site was in Walnut.

On March 21, 1918, the first patients were admitted to Pacific Colony with an expected capacity of 50 patients. However, it soon became evident that the site was inappropriate (lack of water, limited access) and the facility closed its doors on January 23, 1919 It took another four months until the new Pacific Colony opened at its location in Pomona and welcomed its first 27 "inmates" (as they were then called). In 1920 director Patrick Haggard, deemed a second, more remote location for inmates considered "potentially violent towards themselves or others" was needed. He opened Pomona's California Colony on the current site of the Fairplex in the Winter of 1920. This facility handled the criminally insane and was originally designed as a measure of restraint and isolation from the rest of society.

The facility was originally described as "A place - isolated from the rest of society - almost a self-sufficient small city unto itself. It was a world apart, isolated by more than just its physical location." However the CRIPA (Civil Rights of Institutionalized Persons Act) investigated the asylum in early 1921 and reports were filed with the State of California about inappropriate care, accidents, unexplained deaths of inmates and staff members, and inefficient medication use...

http://www.fearplex.com/history.htm