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Thursday, December 3, 2009
Friday, October 16, 2009
What did I do in the show? Well, the FOBs taught me to sing and dance to FOB music. I had a great time to get in touch with "my root". Here is a list of things you can imagine what a stereotypical FOB likes:
1) Bludgeoning little kids into playing classical music, usually piano or violin
2) Business names like “Nobel”, “Embassy”, “Forbes” and “Oxford”
3) Make peace sign with their fingers in front of the camera
4) Taking photographs incessantly, anywhere, in any circumstances, at any time, of anything
5) Instead of :-) their smiley is like this: ^_^ or this: ^^
6) (female FOBs only) Still dressing and acting like a “Princess” after the age of 16 on other days beside Halloween
7) 100% fresh orange juice with pulp
8) No shoes / sandals at home
9) Socially acceptable fat/appearance jokes about other Asian women
10) Eating chicken wing cartilage
Wednesday, September 16, 2009
September 09, 2009
A SKID ROW COP’S OPINION
THE BIG TO DO ABOUT JAYWALKING TICKETS
Hello everyone. Senior Lead Officer Joseph here. One of my many responsibilities is to educate the public about the realities of Skid Row, and the reasons for our focused enforcement in the area. After meeting with many people from near and far, many of them come away with a new, informed view of skid row as opposed to the many misconceptions they read about or hear from certain groups. Yet there are a few people with whom I have spoken with, who witness all of the positive changes happening in skid row before their very eyes, but cannot grasp the concept of enforcing laws for so called “innocuous” offenses in the Skid Row area.
When any law enforcement agency focuses its enforcement in a specific location, it is mainly due to the level of blatant lawlessness associated with particular area that has gone far beyond the norm. In Skid Row, many people were under the assumption that it was their “right” to break minor laws such as jaywalking, or standing in the middle of the street and so on because they were poor or homeless. They along with many of our detractors truly believe that we should just look the other way.
The scarcity of police resources prior to the Safer Cities Initiative helped further this perception, as these minor violations went unchallenged for the most part, resulting in more heinous forms of lawlessness over the years.
When we focus our efforts in a particular location, we are not doing so to harass someone based on their social status, race, or gender but to break the cycle of lawless behavioral patterns and practices of that particular community for their safety and the safety of those around them.
Also, we are not writing jaywalking tickets, as an answer to ending or reducing homelessness, but to reduce the high volume of jaywalking violations in a targeted area where the specific violation or violations have become chronic.
As it relates to people with severe cases of mental illness, I personally believe in the “spirit of the law” style of enforcement rather than “letter of the law” enforcement, whereupon I encounter someone who may not have the wherewithal to understand these basic laws.
Yet in skid row, I find that most people whom I personally know (and that’s a lot of people) with various forms, and degrees of mental illness clearly understand the law. As I drive my patrol vehicle down the block, violators are beginning to step back onto the sidewalk, instead of blatantly crossing the street illegally. Just four years ago I would have driven through a gauntlet of humanity standing in the street just to respond to an emergency call in Skid Row.
Hypathetically, If 19,000 tickets were written for jaywalking in skid row (referencing several articles printed about the Safer Cities Initiative, the latest from the Associated Press), then I can assure you that there were about 80,000 warnings given; unfortunately for us we do not document warnings.
One’s social status in life, does not give anyone a free pass to violate the law. Routine law breakers in Skid Row had a 30 year run of doing pretty much what they wanted, which is in part what made it so dangerous in the first place. The message we are trying to make clear to Skid Row and anywhere in Los Angeles where the overall level of lawlessness begins to erode the safety and civility of an area is that if you do not want a ticket, you must obey all laws like everyone else.
As a result of our efforts, improvement is beginning to happen in Skid Row as fewer tickets are being written. The basic concept of concentrated enforcement is to stay focused on a problem area until the problems stabilize, or stops, and we must continue our work until it becomes a true place of rehabilitation, safety and order for all who choose to live, work or visit there. As it stands now, for me at least, all it takes is a stern warning and high visibility to deter most illegal activity on Skid Row.
Though I am in full support of enforcing the laws of our state for the purpose of educating the public and increasing safety, I am equally in support of providing alternatives for people in Skid Row who may not have the means to pay the fines associated with receiving tickets.
Over the past few months the City Attorney’s office has been engaged in an effort which I am in favor of called the Homeless Alternative to Life on the Street also known as the “HALO” program. This program is mainly for low-income and homeless members of the skid row community, who receive tickets for minor violations. The program gives them a chance to work a few hours of community service, or check into a drug or alcohol program that suits their specific need, instead of paying the ticket, or missing court and having the ticket turn into a warrant. In the end, the benefactors of our enforcement and outreach is the Skid Row community, as we have fewer incidents of skid row residents being struck or nearly struck by vehicles, as well as a new sense of order that continues to improve daily.
I will keep you all posted on when the next HALO program will be in the Skid Row Area.
From Senior Lead Officer Deon Joseph
Sunday, July 26, 2009
Thursday, July 9, 2009
Don't you think it's always a mystery how here are so many Jews selling diamond in Downtown but never is here a fine Jewish restaurant? I'm not talking about bagels, matzah ball soup or anything you can just get from Ralph's. I'm talking about a real Jewish dinner, dude.
We had to go to Westwood for Juniors to celebrate for the successful Jewish humor in Whatever Works. That was the best turkey drumstick I've ever had in my whole life I think. So juicy, tender and tasty. The tuna sandwich, rye bread and fried potato pirogen were all good. Love that place. You all gotta go.
Monday, June 29, 2009
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Sunday, May 31, 2009
Monday, May 4, 2009
Once upon a time, I had only one hour to do lunch here with Joe because we had things to do that day back-to-back. So we went to this cafe next to Cole's on 6th Street. There was a kid that waited all the tables. We went in at about 12:00PM. The kid gave us a breakfast menu. We asked for the lunch menus. He gave us one lunch menu. We thought the menu looked okay and decided to get seated. I immediately ordered an iced coffee to start since I really needed caffeine. I was on my period and going through some crazy job situation. You know how a psycho woman on her period is like, right? Okay good, let's go on.
Then after 5 minutes, we were still holding just the same lunch menu we brought over ourselves. We had 2 people. I had no idea what to order. Then, the kid gave me an iced tea. I ordered coffee.
After another 5 minutes and all the hassle of asking for breakfast and lunch menus back so we knew what to order, and returned the tea for coffee, we tried to place orders. Since there was only that kid there for all the tables, we had waited for another 10 minutes before he came to take our orders. By the way, there was no creamer for the coffee. I asked again. It seems like you had to ask for every fucking thing there or they just wouldn't give it to you.
So I ordered the Blu LA huevos. I wanted some over-easy fried eggs with salsa and beans. First, the eggs were too cooked, but I said, I didn't care, I was tired and hungry. Let's just get it over with. Then, I put some patches of hard fried egg-white, yolk, some black beans, salsa and guacamole in the tortilla and started digging. Um, wait a minute, I think I tasted germs.
What was it? Germs? I thought I must have not gotten enough sleep from the previous night. So I had a sip of my iced coffee to sober up. Then I ate again. Um, I think I smelt trash. Pretty sure. So I sniffed my tortilla and realized it was the guacamole. I still was not sure if it was my hormones because Joe had been telling me I was extra crazy during my period. So I asked him to confirm for me. As a protective boyfriend, he went to try some of that stinky thing himself. Yes, holy moly, that greenish brown stuff already went bad!
What happened? You got the idea. The manager came and apologized. He said the guacamole was just "too ripe". He was a really nice Asian guy so I was easy on him. He offered to get me something else and take the huevos off our check. But their guacamole had so successfully served as an appetite suppressant that I was no longer hungry. Argh.
Sunday, May 3, 2009
I think I heard the owner of Nickel was owned by the same grumpy lady in Banquet who was sometimes a little scary. Maybe she should close Banquet and focus on Nickel, because it is so obvious that Nickel is so much better as a food business. If Nickel is a work of passion as a diner, Banquet is probably a work of inertia as a wine bar. Jeez, finally there's somebody who can cook on this block!
Everybody has tried Nickel. I heard all the complaints about the notorious 1-hour wait and discriminatory services against single guests. But the crowd waiting outside of it at 11:45AM on sundays is obviously an impressive exception for this kind of economy. Can't beat that. I guess I got lucky. Everything during my visit was pretty good from what I remember. I loved the yummy cucumber soda in particular. It was very refreshing and not that sweet. Wanna find out where I can buy in bulk and stock up at home.
The vegan chili with avocado and soy cheese was awesome. The base was very thin, making it more like a soup than a paste. It was very favorful, not like any of the usual disgusting sweet, oily and sticky chili with cheddar at all. Order a large one at $6 if that's already your lunch / dinner. The $4 would be enough only as a starter if you order another entry.
The catfish with corn cakes underneath was a piece of art. The pecan sauce was so tasty! The fillets were a little crusty on the surface with herbs and pecan sprinkled all over. I am definitely going to experiment it at home. I love cooking catfish. It has a good rich, smooth and thick texture with enough fat but does not come with an overwhelming favor. I like making Chinese congee with catfish nuggets when I am sick or marinate them and bake them for an easy toaster oven meal. But my super picky pescatarian boyfriend never touched my catfish before. Guess what? He had a bite of Nickel's pecan catfish and sighed that if I could cook that well, he would marry me. Well, what about if he could cook that well, I would marry him? Huh?! I can't believe he ate some of the bacon brussel sprouts on the side. He would claim he didn't but I was pretty sure there was some bacon on his fork. Bleh.
The dish was pretty big. I suggest to eat all the fish and get the corn cake to go if you can't finish all of it. The fish becomes harder and dryer if you microwave it afterwards.
As for the crowd, honestly, I have no idea, and I really don't care. It's definitely not a place to meet people. That's for sure. The decor was okay-cool but all color-coordinated so I don't know how much of it is original of the building. I was just there for the food.
Sunday, April 5, 2009
It's like eating sushi on the roof top of the Standard, but you can enjoy it in the middle of the day (with no alcohol), and come back to work feeling refreshed. Believe it or not, I love the rooftop atomosphere, but I hate having to drink in order to enjoy it. My building does not have an open rooftop. So instead of doing the Downtown-style rooftop party thing at night, having an affordable bento box at Takami every once in a while is actually an awesome idea. You park right behind the building on Figueroa for $5, cross the gate, then you're in Elevate's building. Easy, when you consider Downtown's parking situation.
The crowd is the same Financial District-corporate-slave types. Guys in suits, normal working people. No drama. Relaxed. Just the way it's supposed to be. Twenty-one floors above where you imagined all the troubles in life were (at least in that little lunch hour) you get some fresh air. Poof. Hell, yeah.
It's been tough these days. With a few gigs, studies, my little high-maintenance "owner" getting all sick and spending my money like a maniac again, am I the only crazy chick running around like a chicken with her head cut off ? I know I'm not, and a little cold food can certainly calm me down. See the picture of my master there? Yeah, that's kind of how I feel these days too.
The salad that came with the Sushi and Sashimi Bento lunch specials was very spring/summer-like. A little zesty Asian mango sauce over some apple worked like magic. Very refreshing. That was my favorite part of the meal. I've had nothing like that before. Lemme tell ya. It's definitely not traditional Japanese. It's what I call "Downtown-Japanese." I also got a green salad and some soba to go with the fish.
The only cooked fish we ordered was the seabass, and my only complaint was there was too little of it: the seabass was just perfect! Cooked in a creamy sauce just right, it was so fat and rich, but still on the healthy side. An amazing carnovore-friendly dish. I actually would also say their salmon and tuna were at least Sushi-Gen quality, if not Kappo (if you care about sashimi), which was a nice surprise. Spicy tuna rolls are for the ABC, Hispanic, African American and white girlfriends, you know that, but Takami's were actually fresh and respectable, unlike the usual vulgar frozen, overtly spiced Kabuki-style spicy tuna rolls for tourists in Hollywood. Forgive me if I'm judging this place as "a white place," cuz come on, this is not Little Tokyo. We're talking about almost the polar opposite of Sanwa Plaza. I normally wouldn't even dream of having Japanese food around here, unless I was splurgin at Sai Sai's. Haven't we all known how boring Kyoto is? With that kind of a budget, I'd go to Cardini any day, but I'd never think of Japanese food.
I really hope Takami hangs in there. It's a convenient stop. And at $17-25 per entry, it's a great place for meeting a client or just having lunch with a frugal guy when I know he's paying. How else are you gonna get a decent bento box overlooking Downtown without breaking the bank or driving all the way to Little Tokyo? You can't. Times are tough. When you really think about it, Takami is actually not a bad deal.
Friday, March 20, 2009
Well, chances are, most of you are not into perverted dominance. So what do you do when you are starving at four o'clock in the morning do not want to go out? Nobody is going to pick up your stupid phone call and bring you a box of hot rice, you know that. So the answer is: T.G. Express.
Do I remember the first time I went to Ko Samui and tasted the most amazing fresh Thai fried rice with fresh meat and vegetables when I was still naive and young? Well, no, not really, heh! What do you expect? That was like past life. But do I still remember the amazing Thai restaurant right next to the Malaysian restaurant opposite to Club 64 in Lan Kwai Fong in Central, Hong Kong, before the Communists took Hong Kong back? Hell yeah! And that Chinese guy behind his heavy prescription eyeglasses made fucking amazing Thai fried rice too! Oh my God! That's like when you lose your virginity! You can never forget that! That simple beef with herbs, especially that kind of Thai-specific little bamboo. Jeez, gave me an orgasm! So what Thai food do we have over here?
Before I moved to DT, I lived in Alhambra for years. One of the weekly practice I religiously retained in Alhambra was to go to U2 Cafe on Valley for their Thai seafood soup noodles (which later on was known as "Sika Cafe" for a short period of time). That's just one of the things that kept me moving with no meaningful relationship, no goal and no future in a small Chinese town. I just felt at home when I tasted that perfectly prepared healthy, low-fat spicy noodles with lots of goodies like big shrimp, fish, scallops, pineapples and tomatoes. I was just hanging in there in Alhambra (15 minutes driving time from DT if no traffic). I had nowhere to go to psychologically. That's what spice is for.
Then here it comes with the closing down. None of the Hong Kong style cafes survived except Garden and Regent it seems like. They keep changing hands. My favorite Thai noodles from that non-Thai place actually went away too. That ignited no desire for me to travel back to "China" from Downtown anymore. I stayed with Ralph's for grocery most of the time. Except for friends and work, I do not go back to the Far East again.
Maybe I had bad taste for Thai food, or maybe they cooked really well, I was really impressed with the later-than-Letterman late night delivery for $7.20. Come on, what do you think you can do with $7.20 with tax included these days? That's dirt cheap. A chicken fried rice is enough for me to take care of 3 meals already. No, seriouly, it's giant. It's like they fill the entire foam take-out box completely with fried rice. I was eating light canned soup for $2 or $3 a meal and figured maybe it's actually not a bad deal to have somebody cook for and deliver to me for almost the same amount of money. The only complaint I have is it's for Americans. It's not spicy enough. But overall, I'm very pleased. My neighbor is so cool to know and tell me about it. TG is such a hidden gem. Life saver when I'm not up for making dinner plans these days.
I haven't talked about wine for a long time, and I'm going to return to the topic: it's fucking great your boyfriend knows nothing about it. Bleh!
No, I'm serious. What's better than you can drink as much as you want without worrying taking the trash out, moving the dog's bed back to our bed and turning off everything before bed because he does not drink? Hm? What about drink outside? Well, I don't drink outside. Joe and I are weird people. We don't have friends. No, okay, I lied. I know how to spend money. But come on, this is 2009. It is not 2004. We are talking about the recession here! Nobody knows what's gonna happen next. How do you think I can still pull out that hundred dollar bill out of my old Vuitton limited edition wallet from a couple years ago again like nothing happened? So, let me have a glass at home.
Have you known young, genuine and practical people that do not pretend they know everything, are the best in the world and actually do the job just right? Yeah, it's nice to have more of them in the world, isn't it? Boire et Manger is kind of like that. It is cheap ($3 in Big Lot when on sale); it does the job; it does not pretend it is the old French wine. Although I have no idea where the place of its original production, Pays d'Oc, is, if I have tasted all those great wines ranging from the reputable grands crus from Saint-Émilion to the nice pinot noir from Paso Robles, and am still happy with Boire et Manger and a 7/11 hot dog tonight, then chances are, I am a content woman that knows what she wants.
Every time I drink or taste something, it always reminds me of the pain of having that super picky, controlling, judgmental, old-skool French winemaker *ex*-"dinner-companion" for that damn half a year with no freedom at all. Mon Dieu (My God)! Do you really think Boire et Manger is as easy and cheap as Drew Barrymore? Let me tell you, it's cheap for it's quality! It doesn't cut my throat like Trader Joe's 2-Buck-Chuck does. It doesn't jeopardize my plan to continue my education in French or to pay all my bills. It doesn't carry any appellation like I have to learn where the heck all these wine regions are, what years are good, what years are bad, what grapes they grow, if the aroma stays in my crazy nose or irritates my crazy throat. Guess what? See the little piglet there? It actually even tells me exactly what to pair with. That's right. Pork, fish, lamb, whatever. It's right on the bottle itself. Can't be simpler than that. It's light-bodied, smooth and easy-come-easy-go. It allows me to not have to force myself to succumb to the cheap Californian cabinet sauvignon on sale in Ralph's that are just worse than ketchup mixed with acetone. So it is what I want for tonight. I ran around these days. I have a lot on my plate. I am tired. I had nightmares about work and shit. All I want right now are my down-to-earth American boyfriend and an unpretentious French wine like Boire et Manger.
Wednesday, March 11, 2009
Um, no, okay, this is a really badly written humor blog that you are reading, because apparently, I'm just tryin' to find something to write about out of my ass. Of course, the truth is, I was laid off, along with thousands of Americans, at the end of 2008, as you all know.
So, what have I been doin'? Well, you think you can try to catch me right? Yeah right, you successful stalkers, the truth is, I ain't tellin' you! But what I can say is, along with my faith (yes, crazy women believe in something too, just not like yours, you jerks!), I thought it was actually life's decision to put me in another industry which if I didn't get a kick of it, I would never really take any action for - namely, the non-profit crap.
What's weird about non-profit is, unlike what you usually associate to the picture of a bunch of passionate, transcendent, awakened people like the cashiers in Trader Joe's dressed in vintage T-shirts and jeans, the concept of "non-profit" itself isn't even related to "profit" at all! Yes! Why would I say that? Well, because although by law it is not about business profit, it is in itself all about everybody's personal profit. It's something a little similar to what you know about our 2nd-term mayor, Villaraigosa. Have you all read his schedule obtained by LA Weekly? No? Okay, it's right here. It's a PDF file. Click and read it. This fucking loser does not hold any regular meetings with his department directors. He does not do shit. 11% of his time is dedicated to the City of Los Angeles, and the rest for himself, a wannabe successful politician. Am I surprised? No, because I have one right where I work at these several months too. Ironic, isn't it? You claim you want to serve the people does not mean you are really there to. It's all just bullshit about non-profit.
I have no idea why playing politics is so appealing to some people, but apparently, lots of wannabe politicians strive for that. Ever heard of some complete losers with no idea what they are doing and spends 99% of their time on "networking"? Bingo! What is "networking"? Let's cut to the chase, it means excuses to avoid actually working. Let me tell you, the difference between "networking" and "meeting" is that, "networking" means unlikely result, and "meeting" means possible result. Let me give you an example, do you really want to go through the lists of guys I met through "networking" that just wanted to get in my pants and nothing more? Aw, good! You got it! "Networking" is complete nonsense if you know anybody that would even bother to put it on his work schedule. If it is a woman, hm, yeah, okay, if she's actually hot, maybe she is really doing her job. If it's a man, especially a man who is unfuckable, I'm sorry, but he is a fraud, honey.
Sunday, February 22, 2009
Good job the GOP! Once again, you have successfully turned a blind eye to women, minorities and low-income people's lives when they are the populations suffering the most in our country from lack of family planning, STD education and screening!
By Amanda Terkel on Jan 28th, 2009 at 3:10 pm
Another day, another shrill Drudge headline. On Monday, Drudge put up an unflattering picture of House Speaker Nancy Pelosi (D-CA), accompanied by the headline, “PELOSI SAYS BIRTH CONTROL WILL HELP ECONOMY.” His conservative fans in Congress, of course, quickly went on the attack against the sensible family planning provision in the House economic recovery package, and in an effort to compromise, President Obama agreed to drop the provision.
Drudge’s newest attack today focuses on the legislation’s provision to help prevent the spread of sexually transmitted diseases:
Democrats may have eliminated provisions on birth control and sod for the National Mall in the “job stimulus” — but buried on page 147 of the bill is stimulation for prevention of sexually transmitted diseases!
The House Democrats’ bill includes $335 million for sexually transmitted disease education and prevention programs at the Centers for Disease Control and Prevention, the DRUDGE REPORT has learned.
Aside from the fact that many conservatives are squeamish about giving money to anything associated with sex, they seem unable to grasp the concept of preventive care and how it can help lower government health care spending. The $335 million provision to help stop the spread of STDs is part of a Prevention and Wellness Fund in the economic recovery legislation.
In 2006, CAP President and CEO John Podesta and Jeanne Lambrew — who is now a top health care adviser in the White House — proposed a similar idea. This fund would support clinically-proven prevention and wellness strategies that, in the end, would not only improve Americans’ health and productivity, but also lower U.S. health care costs. As Podesta and Lambrew explained:
Preventive health care service could reduce government spending on health care. If all elderly received a flu vaccine, health costs could be reduced by nearly $1 billion per year. Over 25 years, Medicare could save an estimated $890 billion from effective control of hypertension, and $1 trillion from returning to levels of obesity observed in the 1980s.
Some reasons that increased funding for STD prevention specifically will ultimately save the United States money:
– Increase workforce productivity. More than 56,000 people become infected with HIV/AIDS each year. The CDC estimates that the new infections cost the country $56 billion in medical care and lost productivity.
– Lower health industry costs. STDs, some of the most preventable diseases, cost the U.S. health care system as much as $15.3 billion annually.
– Lower federal government costs. The federal government is expected to spend $12.3 billion on HIV/AIDS-related medical care in 2009.
What’s more disturbing is that a new report by the CDC finds that the spread of the most common STDs — which are more likely to hit women and minorities — are on the rise. Obama has made clear that the economic recovery package is about getting people back to work; it’s hard for people to work if they’re struggling to get care for an infection.
Sunday, February 8, 2009
Check this out guys. The crazy L. Ron Hubbard clan does outreach in Spanish in Fashion District with those 'free stress test' dialectics machines.
I never knew except Frances in Little Tokyo where you could get a decent birthday cake in DT. Here I am, around all these warehouses. Love their apple pies with sweet slices of apple even if I don't like fruit pies!
Guys, correct me if I'm wrong, but how is it possible that this place is called 'Ma Petit Bakery'? Isn't 'Ma' the female form of of 'my' and 'petit' the male of 'little'? But I like their grilled veggie sandwich, clean everything and nice staff! Very unpretentious cultural mix / mess up! Like an innocent white guy with a meaningless Asian character tattoo! Cute!
Monday, January 26, 2009
It will only take a minute. Here is the link:
From the Los Angeles Times
Don't tax vet bills
Sure times are tough, but should animal lovers be footing the bill to close the budget gap?
By Jennifer Fearing
December 8, 2008
Across California, municipal animal shelters and humane societies are reporting increases in pet relinquishments this year as high as 30%. Families losing their homes in the credit crisis or losing their jobs are dropping off their Fluffies and Fidos, adding moral and emotional insult to economic injury.
And Gov. Arnold Schwarzenegger has found a way to make matters worse. Included in his November budget proposal, but lost amid major political hot potatoes like the vehicle license fee, was a plan to add a sales tax to veterinary services as part of the solution to the state's multibillion-dollar budget shortfall. In other words, because state leaders failed in their basic responsibility to keep government functioning, pet owners may have to foot the bill, and pets themselves may pay the ultimate price.
Before anyone thinks pet owners are not a constituency to reckon with, consider this: California has the highest number of households of any state -- 7.3 million households, or 57% -- that own a pet, including an estimated 7 million dogs and nearly 9 million cats, according to the latest statistics from the American Veterinary Medical Assn. In 2006, Californians spent about $2.7 billion on veterinary services such as routine exams, vaccinations, prescription medications, surgery and emergency care.
This does not even include expenditures on veterinary services for the millions of animals that enter California animal shelters each year, the tens of millions of animals raised for food each year on California farms or the thousands of wild animals aided by local and state agencies every year. For example, the Los Angeles Department of Animal Services writes checks to area veterinarians totaling $2.4 million annually for spay/neuter and medical services. With a sales tax possibly increasing to 10.25% in Los Angeles County, the governor's tax idea would thus take nearly a quarter of a million dollars from these critical local programs that help care for abandoned animals and prevent unwanted births.
Under Schwarzenegger's proposal, these medical expenses now would be lumped into a proposed category of taxable services such as "appliance and furniture repair, vehicle repair." Does the governor really think repairing dishwashers and Dodges is the same as "repairing" dogs?
The state doesn't tax cosmetic surgeries, so why should we tax an essential medical cost for animals? We can't skimp on veterinary care without jeopardizing the health and safety of our pets and other animals in our collective care.
We all know these are difficult times and that lawmakers are under the gun to close an $11-billion gap for this fiscal year alone. And those of us who can should be prepared to pitch in. But under the governor's plan, many who are already making tough economic choices would be forced to add as much as 10.25% to the cost of veterinary care.
This new financial burden would not only result in less medical care for animals, it would almost certainly result in more dogs and cats being abandoned or relinquished to animal shelters. It is bad policy that would add to the taxpayers' burden through higher animal-control and sheltering costs, increase the cost of caring for animals raised for food and be a step backward in the otherwise progressive trajectory toward our treatment of animals.
During a previous budget crisis, Schwarzenegger was dubbed the "pet terminator" for proposing to cut state-mandated funding for animal shelters. After an outcry from animal lovers across the state, he quickly scuttled the idea, crediting one of his daughters with pointing out the error of his ways.
Let's hope the Schwarzenegger children are paying attention now. Our state's animals are counting on their wise and compassionate counsel once again.
Jennifer Fearing, based in Sacramento, is the chief economist for the Humane Society of the United States.
Saturday, January 10, 2009
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Many times. And I would keep going back again and again and again, like I had nothing else to do. That's right. I really had nothing else to do. I was hoping he would first start seeing me during the day, doing things with me and finally telling me to stay over after sex. Then we would start going out and knowing each other's friends and families. Maybe after a few years, when he's ready, we could even get married, buy a house in the Westside and have a couple of beautiful kids. Yeah, something like that. We would have dark oak floor and some bronze chandelier on the ceiling. The kids would learn swimming in Catalina and love skiing in Tahoe in the winter. When it's their term break, we would travel to Europe or Asia. Of course, they would speak French and Chinese. I would make them to. And then I would be a somewhat successful whatever and my husband a very successful whatever. We would not get fat. No, we would not. I would still look like in my 20s when I was 49. We would eat good and healthy organic food although once in a while I would make some traditional Chinese meat dishes or whatever food he loved that tasted just heavenly in my lovely modern kitchen. Oh boy, I almost forgot! We would pair wine with the food too! Although he was kind of playing the field, since he had settled down with me, now he would not mess around or have an affair. He would have learned how to treasure me and what we had. Our sex would have slowed down a little through time but we would change to best friends of each other's and never part. We would both volunteer for the starving children or something on Christmas Eve and attend dinners with other happy married couples.
Yeah, that was my plan. Why would he change? Because I loved him so much. Makes sense right? Eventually he's going to figure it out. I know what you are gonna say but you don't know. You don't know what it is like when you are in love with somebody.
It would just take one step to start - that he was to ask me to stay over after sex. My life would be fulfilling. I would find love. Life would be beautiful.
I am glad he didn't ask me to stay over. With the awakening after putting on my clothes and going home from his place quite some time ago, my life is fulfilling. I have found love, and life is beautiful - without him, the kids, the jobs, and the fucking annoying fake friends.
Thursday, January 8, 2009
You have wondered what you are going to do if you become a billionaire right? Come on, everybody has. I have. Let me tell you: I will get cable TV and buy a loft in Downtown when I become a billionaire!
So, before then, this site is where I watch Colbert Report in my 200 sq. ft. "apartment" when I am not sitting in front of Joe-The-Boyfriend's fancy HD TV. Hah! There are always ways to get what you need, and they may cost nothing! Let me see: 30 Days, the Daily Show with Jon Stewart, Saturday Night Live, Kitchen Nightmares, The Twilight Zone... Hm, seriously, do I really need an entertainment budget again?