Yesterday my bloggy partner and I did something wholly unexpected. Instead of networking with each other over coffee, mochas, cafe au laits, cupcakes, cookies, hookah, wine, alcohol or some other treat at some restaurant, bar or cafe, we met up at my place in the nether northern reaches of LA-land to discuss the state of our blog over tea. It was a comfortable affair, but one that was as sharp and critical as E! on the red carpet. We undressed our entries. We tore at the seams. We ripped past the titles to see if the curves and fit of each word was right for what we wanted.

Our findings show? We started out strong, but then we began to slide.

I remember reading a long time ago that people could only reinvent themselves in Los Angeles. I mean what other city or state would accept a former VP and failed presidential candidate and help ressurect him as a celeb?

So that’s what my fellow blogger and I sat down to do. We decided that phase one of our blog was semi-successful: We managed to update almost daily. Now we must move on to phase two: Update daily with content of substance that remains on topic.

 Our topic? It remains life in L.A. We just have too dig down deep into our writerly skills and work hard to weave it into the net with the essence of this topsy turvy city.

But until then, here’s news of another makeover: L.A. Times owner Sam Zell has apparently decided to approach his $$$ problems like a real estate agent. He’s decided to condense his staff and rent out the office space, which according to builders is worthless as living or work spaces anyway. Ah me! The Times is changing indeed!

 Changing call signs to–

 DZ