I'm Not a Panini Meanie

My latest neighborhood reporting may be found here.

A few notes:

1. If you couldn't tell, there was some editing to my piece. I would never use the phrase "in summary," nor would I use a comma in front of a conjunction sans subject. I would, however, put a comma before a conjunction in front of another subject. I'm not thrilled when people mess with my commas. I use my commas correctly. I also don't write my time in that particular format, but c'est la vie. The guys who run the site are awesome, and it's a great service to the community. They do it all for free, so major props to these lovely boys.
2. To be completely honest, I didn't unleash the Leslie Brenner in me. I could've slammed the place, but I refrained mainly for selfish reasons. I really want this place to succeed, so I'll have another decent dining option close to me. Thus, I was quite kind. I figure the place still has time to improve.
   
3. I would pick Tiara Cafe or Angelique Cafe over Panini Cafe any day. (Why do they all have "cafe" in their names? Weird.)
   
4. I am very boring when I report. Such a different breed when I must be serious. You should read my legal briefs. Snooooooooozer.

Thank you, and good night.

Desperately Sikh-ing Parking

There was quite the commotion around our place this afternoon, so I grabbed my camera and headed outside to track down the source of the clamor.

It turned out to be a parade coordinated by the Southern California Gurdwaras in celebration of Baisakhi, the beginning of the new year.

I followed the parade all around downtown. Very colorful and very cool.

Several people came up to me to ask what the parade was all about. Apparently, an Asian girl wearing a Dashboard Confessional zip hoodie and red checkerboard Vans while wielding a large camera is the right person to ask.

The parade, called nagar kirtan, followed this year's celebration, "The Living Spirit of Guru," held at the Los Angeles Convention Center.

I cover the parade more seriously on angelenic, if you're interested in reading more. Mr. Monkey calls me his little photojournalist.

The truth? I just wanted to see why we weren't able to drive home. After the parade, I was finally able to move our car, which we parked several blocks away because of street closures, back into our garage.

Roving Reporter

I've started contributing to my friendly neighborhood blog, angelenic. Check out my first post here!