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We're in our 9th week of living in Los Angeles, and it seems like an appropriate time to review what our user's poll on the likes/dislikes. Shall we?


Being greeted by mariachi his and hers every single morning

Pastrami sandwiches from Langer's, Daikokuya ramen, that evil stickyrice banana Thai dessert from Bhan Kanom Thai Corp., the night farmer's market in So. Pasadena, carnitas plate from Northgate Market in Norwalk, daily surprise in the JANM volunteer break room (aka grandma's latest baked goods)

Little Tokyo public library

Chinatown dragon gate actually breathes out puffs of mist

Metro Gold Line

Grandma's magical avocado tree

Hammer Museum bookstore

We're literally surrounded by every freeway in the city, but its peaceful here in Boyle Heights. At least from this vantage point, when I have to jump on a freeway that part is self-explanatory.

Variety of tropical, delicious flowering trees not yet identified.

Romper kitties


Driving. LA freeways. Being 20 minutes late to Mary Gaitskill's reading at the Hammer even though we left an hour early from Little Tokyo.

Hollywood, and the stranglehold it has on the city. The fawning over television and film shoots people go through is enough to make me want to blow my brains out.

Primo target for megaton strikes (OK that one my fiance came up with, but I'll concede to it)

Distance, even on bike or train or foot. One simply cannot get from point A to point B without a lot of time to spare. Its a real drag.

Lack of a really vibrant letterpress community.

As of yet, no equivalent to Oaklandish, Laughing Squid, or other community unifiers that help me navigate this big city.

No bike paths!

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