To quote Inigo Montoya: You keep using that word. I do not think it means what you think it means.
The jargon is confusing; the terms can be redundant; different public officials use different words for the same thing. So: I've got a list of what you may not know from our brief reporting on DWP bills.
UPDATE, 5:22 PM: I can't link out to it, but know that it's out there in the world.
So, my dad's a hobby photographer; he introduced me to Ansel Adams and Galen & Barbara Rowell when I was a kid. He took pictures with an old Nikomat and a Leica, and neither had an internal light meter; he used a handheld one. Also, he took slides. It was one of the slowest and most infuriating parts of a vacation. Memorable, at least.
Dad's moved on to a digital camera, and so have many landscape photographers. I hadn't been familiar with Elizabeth Carmel's work before I heard about her book, but its title intrigued me: The Changing Range of Light. Carmel's latest book depicts the Eastern Sierra through the prism of climate change; climate information and poems make up the accompanying text.
Courtesy Elizabeth Carmel
I emailed her - she lives up in the Lake Tahoe area - to interview her.
Doing a little desk clearing (and it's a new desk, so that's not encouraging), and I found something I'm very interested in: wine. Not necessarily at my desk, but hell, we're reporters.
I come from a family of sniffers and swirlers. Not my dad the truculent Swede, but the Irish Catholic side. My grandfather was fond of a Sancerre now and again; my uncle invests in a magnificent winemaker's operation in the Russian River Valley, where he and my mom spent some summer vacations, and I've got some other cousins who make wines too.
Then a few years back I visited Napa for a friend's birthday, and we heard a lot about sustainability. A little less about organic, and biodynamic, but, for example, Robert Sinksey had folks who were knowledgeable and accessible during pourings. I love covering the environment. I love wine. You'd think I would have found an excuse to expense some stories by now.
Attention women of Los Angeles, and those who love them, and those who work with them, and those who are physically proximate to them, and are fearful or enraptured and possibly both:
(Actually, before you do, pause for a moment; imagine me as a cross between two characters in the classic film Mr. Mom: Terri Garr, and the guy who played the president of Schooner Tuna (the tuna with a heart). Actually, imagine me as Terri Garr playing the Schooner Tuna guy. If you're thinking about Martin Mull right now, that's on you, and I can be of no help.)
Your country needs you. Actually, not your country. Your local public radio station. And when I say your local public radio station, I mean KPCC. No, we're the one with local news. And when I say TODAY, I mean, between 3:00 pm and 5:30.
A gauntlet has been thrown down. And when I say gauntlet, I mean, a sort of glove. No, I don't plan to smell it. It came from KPCC's estimable John Rabe, the host of Off-Ramp, and KPCC's Frank Stoltze, who is to "downtown bureau chief" what Les Nessman of WKRP is to "guy whose office has a door."