By Andrew Ramirez * There’s this phenomenon in L.A. where if someone asks you if you’ve been to Trader Joe’s lately, and you say, No. Never, that person’s eyes will explode. I’m not joking. The first time it happened, it got all over my face and shirt and eventually I ran out of shirts. So I was forced to get a little smarter: Trader Joe’s? Well, let’s see. When’s the … [Read more...] about Trader Joe’s Goes Ho Ho Ho
How Many Stories is WPH, Anyway?
By Andrew Ramirez * It’s around this time of the year that things go quiet: midterms and paper due dates blossom like rare flowers over night. The demand for fantastic undergraduate work is heightened, and at 2AM the students tap on laptop Macbook keyboards and drink three dollar cups of venti Starbucks coffee, bundled in sweats, closing in on page five double-spaced, … [Read more...] about How Many Stories is WPH, Anyway?
This Is Why It Shouldn’t Rain In Los Angeles
By Andrew Ramirez * Too much acid rain makes Andrew a dull boy. It also makes me wish I had an umbrella. So last week I stepped into the Dollar Dollar over at the University Village. They’ve got a whole bucket full of umbrellas there, some sturdy-looking ones with wide coverage and U-shaped handles for ten dollars, and some smaller ones for two. I picked a navy blue … [Read more...] about This Is Why It Shouldn’t Rain In Los Angeles
Because Jodie Foster Didn’t Make Contact With A Damn Thing Anyway
By Andrew Ramirez * I think it was Hemingway who said that all good writers need a built-in, shockproof bullshit detector. I wonder what he meant by that. Maybe he meant all writers need it because half the time they're the ones bullshitting, and it's good to smell what you're saying sometimes. Or maybe he said it because he himself was bullshitting at that exact moment in … [Read more...] about Because Jodie Foster Didn’t Make Contact With A Damn Thing Anyway
That Ten Pound Book You Just Finished Is Only As Good As the Six Seconds You’ll Remember It
Andrew Ramirez * A few weeks ago, a Friday, I finished a very long book that left me fuzzy with accomplishment. By Monday, I couldn’t remember what the hell I’d spent the past two and a half months reading. I had to get if off my chest. I phoned my brother. “It was good,” I said. “But now I can’t remember what happened in the first two hundred pages. It’s like I started … [Read more...] about That Ten Pound Book You Just Finished Is Only As Good As the Six Seconds You’ll Remember It