It was another dream-like L.A. weekend, crammed with deeply underground "after-hours," localized drives in search of lowriders, and lazy afternoons on the lake, so there's little cohesion to this post other than whatever might be gleaned from listening to this delicious and nutritious running mixtape feed from Discobelle while regarding fine observations on the somehow familiar American tradition of discrimination against "foreigners," the lurid pimping of letters from a "Wellesley girl," and a rare two-hour presidency for George W. Bush.
We return early this week with more coherent posting once we manage to piece together finite and feasible summer goals under this mind-numbing heat -- and turn away from "Cosby Show" reruns and "Little Britain." Meanwhile, let India Maria show you how it's done: