Staying at a mansion across the street from superstars in the hills of Hollywood and discovering my host's musical bat-cave.

LA Film Festival 2010, the changing landscape of film distribution, how LA public transportation surprisingly works, and some notes on the peculiar film festival fauna.

Nothing has been the same since I met Raul. A movie project that changed my life.

What an experience, to see a 50-year old Sting, his vocal chords intact, in better shape than ever, accompanied by an amazing backup vocalist and a genius conductor leading a superb Phil. The arrangements were next to perfection, the song choices, made in heaven, the slim moon was shining over Hollywood, and one could ask for nothing more.

This was not your average Armenian band. These guys did daring things.

All of them, tired and sad this Friday afternoon, with the hard looks of subway people everywhere. That bleak race of the commuters of the world.

After being here for half a month, I have come to learn that you can truly never get bored of LA at night.

" the hordes of murderers and thieves brought in to rule New Worlds "

As a little girl, I heard stories about planes disappearing in the triangle. My visit to Bermuda revealed something quite different.

Sunny days in the Valley and crazy nights in Hollywood, or sort of...