Lincoln Heights logs

The title of this post is not technically correct, as this log cabin

is in Montecito Heights, just northeast of Lincoln Heights, but the John Lloyd Wright-designed building toy isn’t called Montecito Logs, now is it? Actually, unless my set was incomplete, this house has a lot more going on than the Lincoln Logs I had growing up. Bricks. Stones. Metal security doors.

I know John Lloyd Wright didn’t design this particular house, but his influence is definitely here and I think it would be neat if it were included in architectural tours of Wright homes in the LA area. If nothing else, it would really cheese off John Lloyd’s dad, wouldn’t it?

I’d like to speak to the manager, please

Last night there was some sort of police lockdown at my work, so I was detained for a little while and was unable to meet some friends at Clifton’s Cafeteria downtown. I would have loved to have met my friends for a nice turkey leg and jello after the police lockdown was called off, but unfortunately Clifton’s closes at 7:30 pm every night. Even last night during the very popular monthly downtown art walk, where droves of drunken people unfamiliar with downtown LA and in serious need of delicious roasted turkey legs roam the streets right in front of Clifton’s, the cafeteria workers put the lids on the steam tables promptly at 7:30 and drummed their fingers on the tables waiting for my friends to finish their tapioca puddings.

I know one of your mottoes is that your management will be firm, Clifton’s, but this seems a little silly to me.  Just a couple of months ago I was reading about how you were looking for a new buyer to take over the building because business at the cafeteria was down, and the reason given for business being down was there was less foot traffic downtown these days. Well, yeah, there’s less foot traffic downtown at 6:30 in the morning when you open, but there are restaurants that would kill for the kind of nighttime foot traffic you’re getting from the art walk, not to mention the plethora of fancypants bars that have opened up mere blocks away.

I don’t know. Maybe you’re too distracted by the incredible decor inside the restaurant to notice all the hubbub outside your doors. I can’t blame you. If I owned Clifton’s, I would sit all night in front of the kettle at the fireplace roasting marshmallows and looking at the moon.

I might not even ever leave the place, sleeping in one of the log cabins and taking my showers under the waterfall. But I beg of you – look outside your door. Those drunk people lurking outside now have lots of money in their pockets, and I know their lives would be so much better if they only knew about your crudité duck

and happy fishing bear family

and the only chapel in the city that encourages eating mashed potatoes during services.

Think about it, Clifton’s. I think with the right strategy you could even reopen the Pacific Seas location.

Bois ha ha

Despite a disappointing role as a dryad in a community theater production of The Lion, The Witch & The Wardrobe as a child (Mom made me a very frumpy tree person outfit that looked quite sad next to the other dryads dressed like verdant Stevie Nickses), I’ve long been interested in the look of wood grain, especially in odd contexts. I never thought I was the only person interested in fake woodgrain, but I was a little surprised to find that there was a whole community of people devoted to something called the “faux bois” movement.

I’m a little wary of getting too involved here, because I find people who get so embroiled in an aesthetic or subculture that they can talk of nothing else to be rather boring and sad even if I like the aesthetic or subculture in question (see: steampunk, tiki, mod, rockabilly, ’60s punk), but I have a feeling there’s a limit to how embroiled you can get in faux bois. I guess I’m a little late to the party anyway – apparently Martha Stewart and Todd Oldham got over this stuff a few years ago.

Maybe I’m wrong about how embroiled you can get, though. The website It’s (K)not Wood is showing me a whole bunch of fashion options I am quite taken with:

With a nice a-frame a-line woodgrain dress, what a lovely ensemble that would make! Okay, wait; I should definitely be careful with this stuff before things get out of hand.

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