other day a longtime busblog reader asked ‘is karisa real’?

which might be the most perfect question one could write the author of a blog whose disclaimer is

nothing in here is true.

soon we will celebrate a milestone and many details will be over looked

as well as many important people who have contributed in more ways than none.

one person who probably will be overlooked is karisa

one of the biggest influences and editorial drivers to this piece.

and someone who early on said, dont put any nudes on that blog, you want people to be able to read it at work.

i was all, who cares about people at work?

she was like, i enjoy reading it at work.

thus the busblog has been usually rated pg-13.

so yes, karisa is unreal

because as you longtime readers know,

the best conversations reported here were with fictional creatures.

like escalators.

anyways, you know who else will probably be over looked? you, the commentors.

so for that, i apologize in advance.


LA Times food critic still camera shy even though the Cat is out of the bag

One of the more interesting traditions at the LA Times that I found charming was that it did an excellent job of keeping its food critic anonymous.

You may have remembered that last year S. Irene Virbila (nom d’plume ) was “outted” by the co-owner of a Beverly Hills restaurant who took her picture because he was still angry at her for a negative review she gave his previous venture.

The photo made the rounds, and her job of being an undercover critic was over. Her new career of being a known critic began.

Some argued that after being an LAT food critic for 16 years, those with power already knew her face and would give her the special treatment she was attempting to avoid. The purpose of anonymity is to try to get the same service and quality of food that anyone would get.

Nine months later Ms. Virbila finds herself at Santa Monica’s upscale Hungry Cat, the third incarnation of a swanky seafood joint (which recently was graced by Tom Hanks’ presence) and some blowhard whips out a camera and starts taking pictures of the veteran foodie’s three-story $eafood $pectacle which clearly tweaked the scribe:

Four of us order the extravagant seafood platter one night. It takes a while to prepare, and when it arrives it’s a three-tiered affair loaded with several kinds of oysters, clams on the half shell, steamed mussels, chilled, perfectly cooked shrimp and more. At the very top sits a lobster and some Dungeness crab. We dig in. The fellow next to us is so smitten he has to take pictures (without asking). When we tell him we’d rather not be photographed, he lets slip the fact that he’s a restaurant critic. We still respectfully decline. He’s a bit miffed. Don’t you want to be in the paper? he asks.

I’m pretty sure the Hungry Cat does not have fortune cookies. But if it did, it would be fun to slip Ms. Virbila this bit of wisdom I once received in a cookie after a particularly good meal:

“What you resist, persists.”

yesterday i learned many things, including what a bardo is

i was in a meeting in beverly hills (i know!) and it seems everyone in LA knows my current situation and has read my letter

in a way thats nice, and in a way its weird b/c it’s actually an awkward and relatively emotional period to suddenly have people know about

but the people have been super cool, especially the strangers who have reached out. and in this meeting i said to be honest i feel like i have a phantom arm.

and this very nice woman said, oh the Bardo is a very natural state for you to be in right now.

i was all whats that? and she said its a Buddhist theory that when something has come to an end theres this grace period.

when i got home i looked it up in the encyclopedia which said please refer to wikipedia this is 2011.

According to Tibetan tradition, after death and before one’s next birth, when one’s consciousness is not connected with a physical body, one experiences a variety of phenomena.

These usually follow a particular sequence of degeneration from, just after death, the clearest experiences of reality of which one is spiritually capable, and then proceeding to terrifying hallucinations that arise from the impulses of one’s previous unskillful actions.

For the prepared and appropriately trained individuals the bardo offers a state of great opportunity for liberation, since transcendental insight may arise with the direct experience of reality, while for others it can become a place of danger as the karmically created hallucinations can impel one into a less than desirable rebirth.

all i gotta say is, that explains so much.

and i will add, im pretty sure yr boy is back.