Abbot Kinney Street Sign

Anyone who knows anything about me knows that I, like most guys, don’t like shopping. It probably doesn’t help that I was scarred as a child when my mom first took me jeans shopping. In case you’re wondering, an overweight kid, like I was, is not meant to wear Wrangler slim fit jeans. That didn’t stop my mom, however, from yelling at me to “suck it in” while she attempted to pull those jeans to my waist. Yet, here I am, talking about Venice, California’s Abbot Kinney, known…

Costa Rica Sunset

My first trip to Los Angles was when I was 11. It’s one of the most vivid trips from my childhood. Part of it I can remember as if it was yesterday, like breakfast (and the subsequent conversation with our waitress) one morning at the InterContinental Hotel Los Angeles, located just off Santa Monica Boulevard in Century City. “Oh, you are nearly a Southern Californian being so tall and with such curly hair, but not with that accent.” I blushed, as she continued on, telling me that maybe,…

Santa Monica california pier

Growing up, Los Angeles (and in general, Southern California) stood out to me as this Rivendell-esque type of place. It resonated with me much more than many other cities, since it was home to so many things I only found in bits and pieces elsewhere, from beaches to mountains to celebs to Disneyland. And when I visited Los Angeles at age 11 it didn’t disappoint, even if our cab driver drove off from the Getty Villa without my mom. So at the end of last summer, just months…

Australia Great Barrier Reef

So summer evidently arrives in Los Angeles this week. Or at least summer, as most people tend to think about it. While it was a nippy (nippy to me at least) and windy 60 degrees at the beach on Saturday, it warms up this week to a balmy 97 degrees in L.A.. So I’ve virtually unrolled a scroll, made a quill pen and dabbled it in ink to start making my summer life/bucket list. If you follow me on my blog or on other social channels, then you…

Lake Okanagan British Columbia

I sat on a bench in Savannah’s Ellis Square, rubbing my forehead with my hand (as I often do when I’m nervous or stressed), as I held the phone up to my ear with my other hand while my mom gave me one of her staple pep talks. “Well son, I don’t think you need to jump right into dating.” I chuckled, quickly snapping back to my mom, “Mom, I’m getting a divorce, and as far as I’m concerned, girls have cooties.” Here I was, a 27-year old…

Lake Tahoe Observation Deck at Heavenly Mountain

This weekend saw me in South Lake Tahoe, the second visit there in as many months, for one last snowy adventure for the season. The first, in February for my birthday, saw rain and wind the entire weekend that kept us off the mountain. And anyone who knows me knows that I’m a fair-weather adventurer, save for that time I learned to snowboard in Alberta, Canada and it was -32. So this was something of a Tahoe do-over, where expectations and hopes were high. And Tahoe didn’t disappoint….

Sunset in Los Angeles

It was six months ago this month that I packed my car up in Seattle, and like I imagine many aspiring actors and actresses have done, hit the road for Hollywood. Six months later and there is no one place that has felt more like home than Los Angeles. I have a local watering hole that knows what I want before I order, the 7-eleven cashiers and I are on a first-name basis, and just last night I hosted my first Oscars party. (Could I be anymore L.A.?!)….

Los Angeles is huge. There is no city that I’ve explored so much, yet feel like I’ve seen so little of. Yet its grandiosity and uniqueness is what sets it apart from other metropolitans around the world. Where else could you surf, explore a museum, take a hike, and ski (that’s right, there are ski slopes less than 90 miles from L.A.), all in one day? But while most days would have me talking about outdoor adventures or offbeat things to do in L.A., today marks the first…

Anyone who knows anything about me knows there is one things I like. Alright, throw in seersuckers, food trucks, and boozy milkshakes, and maybe there’s more than just a couple things that stand out about my interests. However, anyone who follows me on Facebook, Twitter, or Instagram knows that I love sunsets, but not just any sunset, interesting vantage points of sunsets, such as reflecting off my revered aviator sunglasses. Since today on Twitter is the weekly FriFotos, with a theme of “mirrors,” it seemed only appropriate to…

It’s too spread out. The interstates are a parking lot. It’s a concrete jungle. It’s too hard to get around on public transportation. It has no culture. These are a handful of the complaints I hear the most about Los Angeles. I’ve not only been at the receiving end of these, but have often muttered these complaints myself. On visits to L.A., I’d often ask people (often condescendingly) why it was that they lived there. Yet after numerous visits the last couple years, I now find myself calling…