Here's another in my long series of screeds on the importance of engaging with your customers -- no matter what field you're in.
(The Disney Hall Organ. Scott Youngren Post Production)
Last night, we went to Walt Disney Disney Hall for the annual Holiday Organ Spectacular, which featured David Higgs on the Disney Hall organ, with soprano Lisa Christine Thelen and Thomas Hooten, the L.A. Philharmonic's principal trumpeter.
They played a range of music, from a Bach sinfonia to the lovely "In the Bleak Midwinter," to the finale of a Widor organ symphony. They also led the big crowd in singing a few Christmas carols, assigning parts to the various sections of the audience.
Higgs' playing was "immaculate," in the words of one onlooker, while Thelen's voice soared, and Hooten trumpeted like an archangel. But that goes without saying at Disney Hall. What mattered last night was the way all three — notably Higgs, as the leader — interacted with the audience. Higgs was our host for the evening, and he made sure it was a party.
I spent some time last weekend traipsing around the old Santa's Village theme park up in the San Bernardino Mountains.
Here's how the Los Angeles Times described it at its peak and what happened to it:
In its heyday, Santa's Village was one of Southern California's biggest tourist attractions — a place to catch the holiday spirit even in July. It opened on Memorial Day weekend 1955, more than a month before Disneyland. But after 43 years of delighting young and old in the San Bernardino Mountains, the 15-acre elfin theme park — with fanciful, life-size gingerbread and doll houses, a candy kitchen and a toy shop — fell on hard times and closed in 1998. Over the last nine years, the log cabins of Santa's Village have deteriorated, becoming a veritable ghost town. Its parking lot was used for a jazz festival and by locals for sledding and snow play until it became a way station for bark-beetle-infested trees on their way to a sawmill. But Santa's Village isn't forgotten. (Cecilia Rasmussen, L.A. Times, Dec. 24, 2006)
Santa Monica Omelette Parlor
The Santa Monica Omelette Parlor, which closes Wednesday.
At the Santa Monica Omelette Parlor, on Main between Hill and Ashland, Superior Court Judge and former LA Mayor Jim Hahn and his wife Michelle are celebrating the 95th birthday of Jim’s great-grandfather-in-law Frank Torres.
Frank looks tanned and fit, and the servers bring on a sesame-seeded pastry with a lit sparkler sticking out of it. We all sing him “Happy Birthday.”
This is perhaps the last time anyone will ever sing "Happy Birthday"at this once-popular lunch and breakfast venue. Wednesday, Dec. 18 is The Omelette Parlor's last full day of business.
It closes after some 35 years (accounts vary) of operation on Santa Monica’s Main Street, a thoroughfare that, despite such enduring famous faces as Wolfgang Puck’s Chinois, has never managed quite to find itself. This has not stopped the landlords from raising rents, though, and now the empty store fronts will be joined by the vacant omelet parlor. It’s predeceased by its cousin Omelette Parlors in Summerland and Malibu.
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Bottles of Sriracha chili sauce on the shelves of a supermarket in Rosemead.
Yes, it's true: Sriracha might vanish from our shelves for a little while.
It's been dubbed the Srirachapocalypse. People are worried.
Americans have become so obsessed and dependent on Sriracha that in 2012 we sucked down $60 million worth of the stuff. We've read cookbooks, watched documentaries, Lays created a potato chip flavor based on the sauce and now even Subway carries a Sriracha Chicken Melt.
We've invested so much of ourselves in that venerable red and green bottle that we can no longer see the spicy forest for the trees. We need to relax. The world offers thousands of different hot sauces. Many of them are better than Sriracha.
Here are five alternatives to get you through this difficult time:
To anyone born before the mid-1980s, the term "Wishbook" or "Christmas catalog" probably has special meaning. Though Sears was first to market with its trademark Wishbook holiday catalog in the 1930s, by the 1960s other catalog retailers were publishing and sending out their own holiday editions.
(The 1933 Spiegel Christmas catalog. Image: WishbookWeb.com)
These Christmas holiday catalogs enticed customers with all manner of merchandise suitable for gift-giving, including a bounty of toys.
Growing up the 1970s (I'm 44), I considered the arrival of the Sears Wishbook and JCPenny Christmas catalog a special time in my household. With all the complaining today about holiday marketing moving earlier and earlier in the year, it might surprise you to learn that these holiday catalogs typically arrived in stores and mailboxes by late August.