The sound of rain bouncing off the metallic wings overtakes the sound of the jet engine. Instead of city lights and the Santa Monica Mountains, the Himalayas rise up around the plane, dwarfing my perception of altitude.

Above and beyond publishing journal articles, credentialing young people and producing spectacles on the court, the field and the gridiron, the job of a university is to keep the books. 
Less visible than some of the university’s more prominent architectural symbols, the Michael Sadleir Collection of Nineteenth-Century British Fiction is deeply tied to the history, and the purpose, of UCLA.

I am no longer allowed to buy jackets.
As a chronic shopper since I was 4 years old, my closet was stuffed with an endless supply of jackets, vests, belts and other pieces of clothing that still had tags on them.

“I was born in the greatest place on Earth.”
 
Pacific Palisades is filled with spots to view the ocean sunset, but Leo Rochman’s favorite is a cul-de-sac at the bottom of the hill in the bluffs overlooking the coast.

Social media led Annie Wong into an unexpected world of crimson-tinged activism.
 
In her conservative household, discussions about menstruation were considered taboo. Coupled with less-than-thorough health classes at her Texas high school, Wong had limited access to period education before social media existed.

I’m not afraid of many things. Heights are just glorified elevations; spiders, just misunderstood creatures; public speaking, just multifaceted conversation. So it came as a surprise to learn I was afraid of something that existed within the pixelated confines of my computer screen: generative artificial intelligence.

“Frankly, I’m puzzled at you wanting to do a story about a 40-year-old, brief spat of screenwriting sales – a sort of temporary uptick or phenomenon – which had a bunch of nerds sitting around in a building.”
I sat on a call with Shane Black, the creator of “Lethal Weapon” – and one of the best-paid screenwriters in Hollywood.