These are Karlyl’s Creations dolls, made by hand in the South Bay of L.A. County by Trishana Prater. I got to follow Trishana around her studio for a story for L.A. Weekly, which I hope you’ll read.
Yesterday, I posted the following in my personal Facebook page.
Since it’s that time of year, I wanted to say thank you all for being awesome. Some of us have known each other for most of our lives by now. Some of us have never met in person. Yet, you’ve all managed to make the day-to-day drudgery of work a little bit more entertaining. Thanks for the funny little updates about your day, weird videos, selfies and memes. Even your cat pictures and kid updates are cool, and I’m allergic to both. I hope to see more of you in person more frequently soon, but we can talk about that later. In the meantime, Happy Thanksgiving. Have an awesome weekend and KIT, or something like that.
I wanted to repost and expand on this because the message goes far beyond my circle of Facebook pals.
I’m grateful to live in a world where we can share our life experiences with faraway friends and people we will never meet in person. As annoying as Internet life can be, it’s changed who we are and how we relate to each other.
At its best, this whole swirl of Facebook/Twitter/Instagram/Tumblr madness can be the push we need to become more compassionate, empathetic people. In the physical world, we’re divided by geography, industries, social circles, age groups. Online, we can get a glimpse inside the lives that we don’t see on a day-to-day basis. When we use these technological gifts to their fullest advantage, we learn as much about each other as we do about ourselves.
All that means is that I’m thankful for you and how your stories have made an impact on this reader/snooper this year. For those of you in the U.S., have a great holiday. For everyone else, hope you have an amazing rest of the week.
*previously posted on lizohanesian.com
that-book-geek asked: I want to become a writer but my parents say that I should pick another career and write as a hobby because I wont make enough money as a writer. What should I do?
You know, my dad said the same thing, and was convinced he would have to somehow support me for my whole life because I wanted to be a writer and so I would starve. Why couldn’t I buy and sell property, or do something that he understood?
I wrote anyway.
It worked out just fine for me.
I DJed at Beat Swap Meet today. After my set, I bought a couple new old records. I love buying old records in part because of the random notes people leave them, like on this Diamanda Galas record.
Love the armor and the outfit.
My husband and I were heading down Santa Monica Blvd. when he pointed out this sign, noting that it was one of the old L.A. phone numbers on it. This is something we only know from TV and movies, when people would ask the operator to connect them a word followed by a few digits. I did a quick Google search on my phone and found a site filled with the telephone exchanges that existed in Los Angeles ages ago. The first two letters of the exchange name correspond with two numbers. Later, I Googled what I thought would be the current number: Area code + Numeric code corresponding with HO + the rest of the number. The number is still associated with the liquor store.
Considering how much of my life I’ve spent roaming Hollywood, I’m more shocked that I didn’t notice this before last night.