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Just East of the Hollywood Sign MITN #13/14

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What I really like about walking the neighborhood is the rolling hills and the dragon veins beneath. Moving along with the energy coursing though, by land and by water, and other smooth forces. And you can usually orient yourself by looking for the Hollywood sign, which you can see to the north if it’s clear enough. I have been waiting for the really clear day best after rain and wind. Since I have only finally just focused on this it is unfortunately after the rainy season as you can tell by the blooming jacarandas. But it rained and squalled last night and by chance I took the iphone and look, it was clear and cloudy

You can just make out the sign on the left in the background hills about midway between the street sign and big trunk of the palm.

So that’s it and thankgod these days nobody much asks you what your sign is, though technically I wasn’t actually born under it.

When I next went out to walk Canelo I discovered that I had lost my most cherished walking stick, bamboo with a bent wormwood handle. The ideal weapon for scaring off coyotes, angry little dogs, slick roads, and any other possible threats, plus suggesting age as a way to keep people at a distance and a great thing to wave into opposing traffic when crossing major boulevards. Still I was happy to trade it for finally getting the photo I wanted.

Later when I looked at this photo I discovered that I had also captured the shan wai shan, ie the mountains beyond the mountains. There’s a famous ancient Chinese poem coupling the shan wai shan and the lou wai lou. The lou being the pavilion beyond the pavilion. I think it symbolizes the thing we are looking for: the meaning beyond the meaning.

I first heard about this when I was in China and we ate at a restaurant called lou wai lou just outside of Hangzhou, an ancient culture center. The meal was the most beautifully presented of any Chinese banquet ever. Intricate carvings, Zen-like presentation, delicious. Apparently there had been a restaurant in this spot for the last 800 years. Definitely worth the wait.

Anyway, these are my mountains now and beyond, just East of the Hollywood Sign.


May 2017


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November 10, 2017 at 10:07 pm

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MITN #8? Scorched Earth

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At first we were di-oriented. Where was the ancient carob tree, rotten to the core, about to fall on somebody, threateningly over the sidewalk, and marked the spot?



As was the old Spanish style house where they had lived 60 years, ever since the end of WWI, locked in a death struggle as to see who could last longer, and end up with the money.

Finally he died at 104, and she a few years later, over 90.

Gone, obliterated, the hi-fi that was home to the 5 inch cockroaches, and the fetid drapes and little carpets where she hid the checks and cupons and cash, gone the hanging cords for the light bulbs and the smelley refrigerator, greasy light, the residue of anger.

Canelo and I passed by one Sunday when the new fence was open, and the lone contractor let us in. Now there was a minimansion.

I wondered if I as mistaken, this could not really be the spot. I checked, but there was a huge stub of an old tree in front.


Now we bounced on the floorboards into a big space with a cathedral ceiling, stretching almost over the entire lot.

Gone the ancient scraggly fruit trees and lawn. Small lap pool. How did they ever get a building permit to expand the footprint? Well, said the contractor, where money talks, they come.

Still, I was glad to see that old stuff gone. It was odious. Good luck for the next go-round.



Now you can see for yourself:


April 2017. They even removed the stump. Total scorched earth.

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April 25, 2017 at 5:25 pm

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MITN # 12 Three Bads

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Every neighborhood has one or two. You feel it when you walk the topography of the hills and shades. They’re part of the landscape so it would be wrong not to include them.

THE MAYOR’S HOUSE (or maybe he was just an Alderman)

The Mayor once lived here, some sort of a Robber Baron come-lately to LA.

Oysters, silk stockings, big deals: I guess he wanted a house on the hill.



I carry a stick when we walk by here. Once I saw two very old guys emptying wine bottles in the trash in front. We have a coyote who is said to live in the bushes. Other dog-walkers have warned me.

Lately someone told me this isn’t it’s only home, it also uses an empty old garage nearby. A Country home and a City home all on the same block. And a stream nearby.




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March 6, 2017 at 7:06 pm

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MITN #11: Brookheart

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Walked by the Brookheart today with Canelo.

My beat is a little faster as I come near then catch sight of that tilted diamond of blue water, or really, water that reflects the blue sky above.

And once, the white clouds as well.

The sunshine a certain clarity. A semi-secret stream, here at its heart. Admit it, a moment never to be recaptured.

Well, the bamboo in the water is good too, and the heart is there. I always feel more centered with I see it, happier, peaceful.




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September 2, 2016 at 9:21 pm

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Does the Pope Wear Prada? & update

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This is an old idea. It just took me a while to get around it.

I know there’s a new Pope now, but still:


Now we have this:


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July 26, 2016 at 8:51 pm

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Sneezy’s House MITN #10

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After the dwarves broke up Sneezy thought it would be cool to retire here. It was near to his gym and dealer and health food store and doctor, so he dolled the place up.

Unfortunately he did not reckon with the asthma that developed from those long years underground in the diamond mine, and he was forced to move out.

I think he is now living somewhere by the mighty Pacific.

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June 17, 2016 at 2:23 pm

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Sleeping Beauty House # 19 (Meaning in the Neighborhood 9)

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The thing was, she never could get a good night’s sleep after.



Of course, once she married Prince Charming there was plenty of money and time and will to do something about it. 

They bought a bunch of houses in every style, size & setting, looking for the magic combination to get a good night’s sleep.


I’m sure they found it in the end. After all, they were young and enchanted.

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October 29, 2015 at 6:41 pm

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