Today’s eye-opener: Daniel J. B. Anderson spotted...
Today’s eye-opener: Daniel J. B. Anderson spotted an unusual item listed in the auction program for the Leo Baeck Temple on the Westside:
“Ophthalmic Surgery: Dr. Steven Dresner, a well-known and respected ophthalmic plastic surgeon, has very generously donated an upper or lower eyelid cosmetic surgery. . . . Value: $2,500.”
There is a slight catch, however: “Anesthesia fees are not included.”
No problem! We’ll grin and bear it.
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Speaking of the naked eye: Elizabeth Kates of L.A. photographed a spelling error in the Los Feliz district that ought to be apparent to the most casual observer--not to mention the most casual sign-painter.
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Anagram of the Day: Ever since Phil Proctor pointed out that the letters in LOS ANGELES can be reshuffled to read LEGS FOR SALE, readers have been contributing other mind-boggling examples. So we’ve been forced to
start a daily feature. Leading off, Kurt Peterson of Long Beach tells us
that SANTA MONICA is an anagram for. . .
A MASONIC TAN (though we doubt you could find one in this weather).
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Sitting pretty: As we perused an issue of L.A. Living, we couldn’t help but notice a headline that seemed to romanticize a common resting spot. (see excerpt)
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Tight insecurity: Bay Area columnist Herb Caen flew to “Lozangeles” (as he calls it) to attend last weekend’s reopening of the Beverly Hills Hotel. He flashed his pink press badge at the entrance.
“A security man who looked like Schwarzenegger squinted and said, ‘Is the San Francisco Chronicle a newspaper?’ Caen writes. “ ‘Yes,’
I lied.”
He was held up at the gate until a guard “who looked like Kevin Costner” ruled that he could enter because “yellow badges mean total access.” When Caen pointed out that his
badge was pink, the ersatz Kevin said, “Whatever,” and waived him
through.
We hope Caen didn’t return home with the notion that people are sort of strange down here.
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Sticky issue: So Judge Ito threatened to eject several spectators for violating his prohibition on gum chewing. Couldn’t he just adopt our third-grade teacher’s solution: Ask the miscreants to bring enough for everyone in the courtroom?
miscelLAny A man phoned The Times’ Sports department the other night, offering to donate his liver to Mickey Mantle. “We believe the alcohol was working on his liver as we spoke with him,” said one Times editor. “And we didn’t have the heart to tell him that he needed to get into a fatal car accident before he could actually help the Mick.”