Christine Pelisek

Every Saturday morning, the Silver Lake farmers market on Sunset Boulevard is alive with the smell of cheese tamales, fresh ripened fruit and organic coffee. Vendors hawking their wares are a cultural hodgepodge of Los Angeles life — Mexican tamale makers, African jewelry importers, a retro chick who makes dog......

Every Saturday morning, the Silver Lake farmers market on Sunset Boulevard is alive with the smell of cheese tamales, fresh ripened fruit and organic coffee. Vendors hawking their wares are a cultural hodgepodge of Los Angeles life — Mexican tamale makers, African jewelry importers, a retro chick who makes dog......

{mosimage} It’s a crisp, late-November afternoon in Sandpoint, Idaho. The streets are still wet from the previous night’s drizzle and it looks like it might snow. Mark Fuhrman is walking me down Cedar Street, on the way to Eichardt’s Pub, a popular local hangout. You remember Fuhrman for the notoriety......

{mosimage} Dutta is bristling with contradictions: He holds three degrees in plant biology that go unused. To satisfy his intellect — after toiling for years as an obscure ticket writer, internal-affairs officer and statistical expert — he now fires off controversial opinions for The Nation magazine, translates classical Indian poetry......