LA Or Bhopal: Wilshire Boulevard

Curbed reports that Wilshire Boulevard is in such bad shape, the city is going to have to repave it twice.

First it will spend $800,00 just to repave the right lane from Wilton to Fairfax. Then once they have that looking post-war (and not post – apocolyptic), next year, they’ll spend $30 million to repave the whole thing and add a bus line.


This is a good moment, therefore, to inaugurate our series, LA or Bhopal?  Be sure to include an address. But please! Be careful out there. Some of those craters go down pretty deep.

Bonus episode after the jump.

OK, let’s play… LA or Bhopal?

If you guessed LA… then you’re right! Dave Z. spotted this one on the 100 block of West Cesar Chavez.

Be careful Dave!

Shock Study Reveals 4 out of 5 So Cal 20′somethings Live on their Own

The extent to which the region now stands on the precipice was brought into stark relief by a study noted in the Times today stating that a full 80 percent of area 20′somethings live without parental supervision.

The Times reported:

Nearly 1 in 3 25- to 29-year-olds in Southern California lived at home at some point between 2007 and 2009, according to the report released Wednesday by Ohio State sociologist Zhenchao Qian. That compares to 19% for that age group nationwide.

Young people across the country, especially those just entering the workforce, were hit hard by the recession, which ended officially in 2009 but whose painful effects still linger.

Qian’s research, based on an analysis of census data, shows that the trend of young adults staying with their parents occurred across the U.S. but was strongest in large metropolitan where high living costs and high unemployment came as a double whammy. The top 10 metropolitan areas on his ranking included New York, Miami, Honolulu and El Paso.

We can only presume that Health Department officials are springing into action to deal with the potential for a toxic meltdown  from the critical mass of millions of unwashed dishes in such a concentrated area.


Not addressed in the article, but in need of follow-up, the questions of, without parental supervision for these at risk millennials:

  • How are they notified at regular intervals of the need to change their socks and/or underwear – averting another public health nightmare?
  • Who is on hand to remind them that they are special and that the rest of the world needs to treat them much better or they are going to be hearing from us?  Does the area have even a fraction of the counselors available to deal with a self-esteem crisis of epic proportions of these young people are cut off from their reassurance mechanisms?
  • Living away from their ancestral residences, the 20′something if not properly supplied are cut off from their caches of now-ironic t-shirts, sweatshirts and sneakers from their 5th to 8th grade years.  Deprived of these resources, many millennials might be forced to don grown-up clothes, thereby setting off a region-wide mass identity crisis the consequence of which we can only begin to forsee.

The study however, does provide some reassurance in the news that 1 out of 5 20′somethings are indeed accounted for under their parents roof,  providing the basis to repopulate the species should a mass die-off occur among the underparented.

The Natives Are Restless

So we were sitting around the other day in the Native Angeleno bunker when someone plopped a question down on our Formica: who was it that broke the back of the camel of our once great city?

After all, we are not slumming visitors from the East come to turn our nose up at rabble out West.  Los Angeles is the only home we have ever known and we will live and die in this city. But because we love it, it is our duty to report that the camel’s back was broken or at least suffering from some kind of fracture.

The media who were too absorbed with their own demise to notice?  The entertainment industry who ran their business in a manner that made Wall Street blush with envy (All the while playing our big cool friend in jeans)?  The intellectual and artistic communities, who were determined to make the culture of Los Angeles as remote and hostile to the general public as they possibly could?  Our young people who turned their back on everything but tributes to their own preciousness?  Our absentee business community?


Was it Angelyne? Antonio? David Geffen? Nikki Finke?  Ludo? The LA Times? Colonel Mustard in The Smell with a guava cerviche?

We hashed the question out and three hours, a few broken bones, many hurt feelings, two shattered egos and a divorce or two later, we realized that with a line-up of suspects like this, we might never know who killed LA, but, we also realized that there was work to be done.

We know the rules. A website about Los Angeles is supposed to be about the search for the cutest artisanal tamale stand made of sustainable vegan bamboo. Or it can be a website devoted to kissing up to talent agents, deputy editors, chefs, curators, hoteliers and dead buildings.

This is not one of those.

We come to point fingers and poke eyes, to name names and call names and dig up dirt.


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Unlike the rest of you, Native Angeleno has no home to go back to. When this city falls into the Ocean, we fall with it.   Until then, happy reading.