Important Stuff
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Uh oh. The LADWP bird balls aren’t good enough to drink.*
The bird balls dwp dropped into Ivanhoe with much fanfare this week were tested by NSF for one condition only: whether or not they leach chemicals into water that is exactly 73.4 degrees Fahrenheit. These bird balls passed that test, but have not been tested (or they failed) for everything else! Numbers, please. Photo from Oldphoneworks.com. And before I start, let me say that I am a capitalist, love Ayn Rand, and wish all entrepreneurs much success! The fact that Orange Products is so small that we are its only client for months is touching. Still, this is bad news I must share. I called them today, (thanks to LA…
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“Some kind of scientist” talks about the Silver Lake draining.
Julian Harris-Calvin, Councilman Tom LaBonge’s assistant, a cheerful girl with a very busy schedule, said Marty Adams, “some kind of scientist” for the LADWP, would call me. He didn’t. I finally got him the next week. We talked for a good 40 minutes. Surprise -he’s not a scientist! He said he is an engineer. He’s also a PR spokesman for LADWP, and I see him quoted a lot in the media. So just keep this in mind. He was very informed and helpful in explaining the difference between chlorine and chloramines, both of which can be added to water to purify it. I knew some of this already, but he…
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What the LA DWP PROMISED to do with Silver Lake. Which they haven’t done.
Remember how I told you the LA DWP didn’t have email? Now they do! And I’ll give it to you at the end, along with a phone number, if you want to skip down there with your own important questions. Or complaints. I called Joseph Ramallo, the person who signed the DWP public letter on their website, to find out why DWP had not even begun to clean up and refill the reservoirs, as they had promised. No return call in over a week. Called again, and a lady wouldn’t give me his email, nor H David Nahai’s, but gave me hers. No reply from her. Silver Lake, just about…
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Neigh.
The last time I rode a horse I got thrown off. It was up in the Beachwood Canyon Stables, on a very beautiful trail in gp, with the steepest drops on either side you can imagine (which looked much higher sitting 4 feet up, on 4 feet). It was almost (his) dinnertime, I found out later, and Brownie was in no mood for me. From the very beginning he wouldn’t trot, kept walking underneath very low hanging tree branches so I almost got swept off the saddle, and kept stopping to eat grass. When he actually bucked and threw me off I was so shocked I can still remember the…