The Door... and The Man

Gettified

Can't get enough of this place. The Villa is gorgeous but not really my style. The Center though is always good for a quick injection of peace AND stimulation. Who would've predicted that one day you'd be able to catch your breath up here...nestled a few hundred feet up in the 405/West L.A. smog bank.

Name this pier

I once swam [almost] to the end of Avila pier and back [and got hypo- thermia]. Someone I know walked the railing of this pier three times. Now that's a feat.

Poppy time on the Central Coast.

Getty Good Samaritanism

Good times at The Getty. I met this odd lot on the tram. They barely spoke English and were completely confused once we arrived at the top. Since my date hadn't shown up, I took it upon myself to help them around. I think they're Slavic, but not 100% sure. The woman, Feely, used a lot of gesture to communicate that she has five little girls at home (Dorys, Lola, I forget the others) - she went on and on about them, like a mother hen. I think one of them lives on the roof (she must've meant the attic). Her husband, Dahg, is the one in green. I'm sticking with the Slavic guess because he's a little Borat-like in his mannerisms (most Western Europeans know not to touch the art or lay on the sculptures). The one on the left was exceedingly nice, and perhaps a little too excitable. He talked non-stop and I feel bad I wasn't able to understand much of it, but I smiled a lot (which might have been a mistake). I think his name is Steenkye.