Feijoa

These little guys are falling out of a tree in the backyard - the internet instructions for harvesting say "Shake the tree every couple of days" - well let me tell you they hurt when they fall on your head. Gravity it gets you every time. And so here they are - Feijoas - something I can't pronounce that are edible but odd. It's like that OScar Wilde's quip about fox hunting - the unspeakable in pursuit of the inedible. In this case it's literally unspeakable and it's vaguely edible.
The garden in general is filled with things to eat - figs, avocados, lemons - but a lot of it is poor quality. I don't know if that's because none of it has been tended, fertilized, taken care of, or if it's old and ready to go. We shall see. But the Meyer Lemon, which the Beloved C. has it out for, has the most lovely smelling flowers and yet the lemons seem to never ripen.

Wine-O-Mat

I've got a new thing to take people to when they visit us in L.A. - the wine-o-mat. Like the automat - a vending machine for food that was popular during the depression, the wine-o-mat is a wine vending machine. So you can sample wines at the wine store. You buy a ticket with a pre-approved amount of money on it and you taste your way through a few wines and so you can try before you buy. And of course, you can try things that you would never actually buy because some wine is just way too expensive. It was totally fun to do. So now you know what you'll be doing if you come for a visit.

Bill T. Jones - Blind Date

So the beloved C. and I went to see the Bill T. Jones/Arnie Zane dance company perform Blind Date at Royce Hall. The parts of the dance were thrilling, the athleticism of the dancers was fantastic. Part of the war/anti war message was lost, but it was great to go out and see old Bill - who can still move.