Yesterday was the last day of E3 2015. I got a chance to attend and check out some of the really cool upcoming games — Street Fighter V! Disney Infinity 3.0! Mario Maker! — and even got to take selfies with some of my favorite industry personalities. But 10 years ago, I was taking a whole different kind of photo.
2005: E3 has been bubbling up in the early 2000’s and at the show, it’s getting harder and harder to find the games as you drown in a sea of promotional toys and “booth babes.” I’m slowly shuffling forward in a neverending line of nerds, but instead of inching toward a playable demo, I’m — oh, wait, it’s my turn.
I walk up a couple of faux stone steps, and there are three “booth babes” standing at the top. All day, they’ve been posing with men up there. I say “hey, so I’m doing something a little different,” and the second one of them starts to nod, I drop to the ground and slump down the steps. My friend says “it’s okay, this is his thing,” and snaps the picture. The women laugh as we walk away. The next 400 men squeeze between the women and wrap their arms around them, proudly posing for their photo as if they’ve done something other than stand in line for it.
If there’s a group of dads that’s really been “the new face of fathers” it’s been the NYC Dads Group. They’re a very visible group that ends up in the media a lot and are becoming to the go-to for the image of modern fatherhood.
That’s why it’s awesome to announce that Los Angeles and Chicago now both have official groups following in NYC’s footsteps.
I had to work late last night and I did something that made me a little proud: I successfully avoided human contact and (most) technology for 4 hours while my TiVo at home recorded Game 6 of the Stanley Cup between the Los Angeles Kings and the New Jersey Devils.
It’s surprisingly difficult to temporarily disconnect when you’re “connected” like I am. I had my iPhone on and willingly continued to receive normal push notifications via ESPN, Facebook, Twitter and text messages. I would glance at my phone when I would receive a text message, fearing there would be a list of sports updates on the lock screen as well.
I got home without my wife or anyone telling me the outcome, unlike Seinfeld, and watched (teared up slightly) the L.A. Kings win the Stanley Cup for the first time in franchise history.
During the game, I noticed some awesome moments of fatherhood.
I needed to do this, for my 19-month-old daughter. I needed to know the answers before she begins to ask the question, “Why?”. I needed to know what it’s like now, as an adult and as a father.
My family visited the L.A. Zoo this past Saturday. My wife, an animal rights advocate, painfully went along with my plan after some time of convincing. The plan was to visit my father, who was doing a remote broadcast for the radio station he works for in the Los Angeles area. I wanted to show our support for him and expose our daughter to some extremely unfamiliar sights and sounds: the people of Los Angeles.
I woke up this past Saturday in a warm house, surrounded by snow capped mountains as Friday’s storm dumped rain on L.A.’s suburban west valley. It was a beautiful, crisp morning as I headed out the door at 7:30AM to drive 50 miles towards East L.A. so I could support Caine’s Arcade.
I exited Mission Rd. and immediately found myself in what looked like another country. The graffiti-lined industrial road was packed with auto body shops. There was dude after dude standing outside in the street, trying to get me and other passing cars into their shop like they were competing parking lots on Sunset Blvd. It was extremely humbling.
“Most of our business has gone online because we really don’t get the walk up traffic like we used to. So Caine’s chances of getting one customer is pretty hard,” said Caine’s father, George.
I arrived shortly after 8:20AM where only a few people gathered in front of Smart Parts Aftermarket. I initially drove past the shop, expecting to get a cue from a giant crowd out front. I had navigation in my car and still managed to pass the shop (that’s how many auto body shops there are on this street). I turned around and found a spot down the street, said “goodbye” to my car, and walked towards Caine’s Arcade.
A candlelight vigil was held last night for a father who was shot earlier this week protecting his 8 year old son from gunfire.
The shooting happened in Inglewood, …
Well, not quite. Los Angeles beach goers were igniting picket signs from bonfires on the beach Thursday (actually just on the internet, because anonymity is TOTALLY awesome) after news hit that L.A. County had reportedly approved a $1,000 fine for throwing footballs and frisbees on beaches. This brought about concerns from parents where their kids playing on the beach and digging holes deeper than 18 inches could cost them a Benjamin or ten.
Turns out KCBS/KCAL had initially incorrectly reported on the story followed by even more media outlets world-wide, hitting as far as London, in this rampant game of ‘telephone’, alternatively called Chinese whispers – whose name sounds pretty racist.
Typically on the streets of Los Angeles, you’ll see…well, alcohol and television show ads. But from time to time, you’ll also see a parenting ad on a bus stop. …