Life in Los Angeles
Third time’s a charm
by Ranil on Oct.27, 2008, under Life in Los Angeles, Nostalgia, Points Of Importance
The flowers came today. Sitting at my desk they serve as a reminder of how long I’ve been in the circling in the same place. Three years ago I left a “promising” job at Iced Out Gear and began working in Downtown LA. I ditched the cargo pants for slacks and a tie. I switched to v-neck sweaters and topcoats. Did I change? Perhaps. Am I still the same – more so than I realize.
Places to Eat In LA: Mustard Seed Cafe
by Ranil on Oct.16, 2008, under Places To Eat In LA
I figure that since I love eating at new restaurants I’d make it a point to start telling people about the different places I try around the city. This week finds me at a small cafe located on Hillhurst Ave in Los Feliz.
Chaos Theory
by Ranil on Oct.13, 2008, under Life in Los Angeles
Just a random weekend in October.
Number of new restaurants tried: 2 (Yai and Millie’s Cafe)
Number of new Farmer’s Market’s visited: 1 (Hollywood)
Number of photo’s exhibiting slight In-Your-End-O: 1
Time with friends: Priceless
Pictures after the jump…
Purple is the new black
by Ranil on Oct.10, 2008, under Life in Los Angeles, Life List, Nostalgia
Tomorrow is the deadline for my bet with Ian to have dropped almost 30 pounds to my current weight. I believe I’m there but I can’t be quite sure, not having weighed myself in the last few days. It’s exciting to think that it’s been almost 4 months and in many ways I’m a different person. I’m more of the person I needed to be a long time ago but couldn’t bring myself to be.
An Afternoon In October
by Ranil on Oct.02, 2008, under Life in Los Angeles, Mindless
I can’t say that the idea of Chef Ljubomir Erovic’s new cookbook appeals to me. I must say there isn’t much I won’t try in the way of food, but this still stands to be a bit disturbing. This however, perhaps bodes a tad better than cannibalism, although to what degree I think is a matter of debate.
With the US Presidential Elections coming up very soon I ponder my fate. A bet with a friend means either I get an expensive dinner or pay for one depending on the results. I hope I win. My bet with Ian races towards its deadline and I find myself with 3 pounds to go. Twenty-six pounds in 3 months. Not a bad way to end the year.


