Spring is when we get busy here in the Ist-A-Verse. Very busy. But, after staying bundled-up indoors all winter, it's nice for us to be out, about, and collecting things to write about for you. Here's a glimpse at what's been keeping your favorite citybloggers busily away from home and out of bed. For LAist, strong winds attacked LA on the same day the Feds raided the Crips. Not to fear, though: the Japanese... more ›

As sure as the return of the fully-unveiled Bean draws fresh hordes of gawking tourists and grateful photographers, the return of reliable cash-cows to the stage draw pieces of that same audience back for a familiar good time. We’ve already covered the return of the anti-musical musical that is Urinetown, bunking at the Mercury Theater for the foreseeable future. A few old favorites follow their lead downtown: more ›

While we’re not sure the Generation X label exists anymore (aren’t we just called “adults” now?), Gen X godfather Douglas Coupland will probably never escape it. Call it his albatross, if you will: despite a prodigious and decidedly non-slacker output of fiction, nonfiction, sculpture, design, and theater, he will forever be associated with the disaffected burn-out demographic he helped identify with his debut novel way back in 1991. more ›