Our neighboring state has perhaps the highest percentage of weird city names in the whole country, so we suggest a modest road trip including plenty of group photographs posed in front of city markers. Read more...

When I was 11 and in the sixth grade, my friends and I would go to the movies right after school. After the final bell rang on Friday, we’d grab our backpacks, travel the four blocks or so to the local theater, and see the early afternoon screenings of movies like “Goldeneye” or “Beavis and Butthead Do America.” We weren’t very cool. Read more...

Flamenco music fans like to show appreciation the same way they like their music: loud and spur-of-the-moment. Shouts of “Olé!,” “Te Quiero!” and even “Yeehaw!” spontaneously echoed throughout Royce Hall on Monday night, when legendary flamenco guitarist Paco de Lucia and his ensemble performed. Read more...

It’s ironic that arguably the most successful screenwriter to come out of UCLA has made a name for himself by writing a style of screenplay that UCLA doesn’t teach. Read more...

It may feel hot outside, but the ocean won’t warm up for another few months. So unless you’re ready to don a wet suit with the surfers, spring break in San Diego shouldn’t include endless days at the beach. Read more...

Vásquez what? Come on, remember the gigantic shards of rock where Bill and Ted were pushed off of by the evil “usses” in their Bogus Journey? Read more...

Tattoos are out. Scars are in. And the best part is they are not only free, but mom and dad can’t get mad. Before Los Angeles revs up its summer oven, there’s no better place to collect your red badge of courage than the Kenter trails, our very own mountain biker’s amusement park. Read more...