A modest proposal?
There's a billboard I've seen around LA, publicizing WIC. There's a picture of a baby with Nutrition Facts stamped on his forehead, and the tagline says something like "everything comes with nutrition information except him." I know what they mean, but since Nutrition Facts go on food products, putting them on a baby's head just takes my mind into unfortunate places.

What the drivers miss
I see them on the way to the store. On the way to the dentist's office. On several different streets in my neighborhood.

Tags that say "RIP Star." Grafitti of little stars on buildings, walls, and sidewalks.

Who's Star? How did s/he die? Star was probably young, like taggers usually are -- did s/he go to Palms Middle School? I ask myself this sort of stuff with a big bag of groceries in my arms, walking down the hill towards my apartment. Sometimes I pass other pedestrians, even though it's LA: rambunctious school kids, a smelly homeless guy who nods at me, a skinny, middle-aged Asian couple. Late-model SUVs and luxury cars whiz past me, missing the whole thing.