The Urban Man

The Urban Man
Every week, The Urban Man sets out to fathom Los Angeles: its mystery, its poetry and its beautiful conundrums. Along the way, he often gets personally involved with his subject and fraternizes with the natives.
Photo credit: Marc Goldstein
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The Mathematics of Beauty
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Figuring It All Out
The other morning, as I sat in Starbucks with a friend, the Urban Man suddenly became unduly optimistic. It happened as I was surveying a large throng of latte-drinkers bent over their glowing laptops. "Remember The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy," I asked my friend, "where that woman is sitting by herself in a café, and she comes up with the answer '42,' just before the earth is wiped out?"
Owning Up
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Heading Home
I don't know about you, but even after living several decades in L.A., I wonder if I'm really, you know, home. I'll be driving down a particularly random boulevard or crossing a beat patch of desert, and I'll think: "No way. Stop kidding around. This can't really be my home..."
Hardly Working
Special for Labor Day, 2009
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The Organizing Principle
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All the Way Back to Nature
Sigmund Freud wrote a famous book called Civilization and Its Discontents in which he said people could never be happy: not with civilization and not without it. Sure enough, most folks will tell you they're pretty discontent with civilization. They claim they've had it with restless freeways and tall glass buildings...
Broken Field Running
Like most Angelenos, the Urban Man is the master of many games not played at the Olympics. I drive the 405 Freeway at 5:04. I deliver 30 second pitches during 20 second elevator rides. And yes, I can move as deftly as an NFL tackle among the round crowded tables of a large fundraising dinner.
The Housewife Uncertainty Principle
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Dogmatism
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The Urban Man with Marc Porter Zasada’s poetic meditation on life in Los Angeles.
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