One of my favorite bloggers writes no more.

What has happened to witty Limon de Campo? I was first intrigued by her blog because of its name: Not a Folk Singer. But she hasn't blogged since late March, and I'm worried.

If anyone knows what's up, let me know.

A famous L.A. writer/blogger named Cathy Seipp died recently, and there has been a lot of attention about her in the local media sources. I didn't know a lot of her work, but I enjoyed her columns in L.A.'s Buzz magazine before that slid greasily into the maw of Los Angeles magazine. I don't care for Los Angeles at all--it seems like it exists just to make regular people like me feel bad about not being wealthy. But Buzz was interesting and had good writers, and Seipp wrote under the pseudonym of Margo Magee way back and would write about the underbelly of the Los Angeles Times. She made it sound so wicked and funny and cool.

I really, really like the L.A. Times. I think it is because I'm from Portland, and the Portland Oregonian is a thin shopper by comparison. I know the N.Y. Times is the grooviest, but I don't live there, and it's not about my life. The L.A. Times often has some excellent writing and many items of interest to me. And thank god they got rid of Mallard Fillmore in the comics section. I don't know what they were thinking in the first place with that claptrap.

I am kind of concerned about this new owner of the Times. I hope he doesn't turn out to be an evil monster. I also hope the L.A. Times lasts for many, many years to come. I hope L.A. does, too, because according to a front page story today, we're in for the global warming apocalypse in the not-too-distant future.

There's also a great bunch of articles in the latest L.A. Weekly about the Los Angeles theater scene, and one writer said that Los Angeles is the only place where you can actually die of encouragement. Does this make sense out of context? He was referring to the hordes of actors and writers and directors who are all waiting to make it big here. The thousands who need to pay the rent and shell out for ramen while waiting for the right people to notice and care about them.

But hey. I'm on spring break. Sping bake, famously said by a cartoon character I can't imitate well. I am so, so grateful for that.