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Last night, I ate at Mozza Pizzeria for my sister's birthday dinner. I was particularly enamored by the fat on my prosciutto, the burrata (of course), the fennel sausage/onion pizza, and Keanu Reeves, who was sitting out in the main dining room with his friends. We sat in the special private room where they store all the quartino wine. At the back end of the cozy space, there's a spiral staircase, which we found out leads to Mario Batali's second-floor apartment. His place isn't finished yet, but at some point in life, it would be interesting to climb up those stairs and have a meal in Mario's private kitchen. Then again, does a guy who runs two restaurants underneath his bedroom (not to mention a bunch in New York) even need a kitchen for his house?

Suggested menu: caprese salad, grilled octopus, parma di prosciutto, gnocci, Pork loin (with the thick rind of fat), olive oil and passion fruit gelato. And several quartinos of wine.

I woke up this morning to a low, rumbling noise. It's funny when you're in the suburbs, how everything else out there doesn't quite connect. I eventually waddled down the stairs and made myself a bowl of oatmeal which I ate in the backyard, looking out over the grey-enshrouded Pacific Ocean. That's when I realized what I'd been hearing all morning was a thunderstorm, hitting right over the water and moving northeast. So I hopped on my bike, rode out to the hills and waited to catch this. It just started raining over my house.

Isn't it interesting that of the two theaters in the whole entire country that are playing 12:08 East of Bucharest right now, one of them is right here in OC? Not to imply that this infusion of culture is surprising for a place that's become the muse for some of the most idiot reality television productions ever. I have to watch another film playing at the same theater for a freelance piece, but I'm thinking I'll sneak into the 4 pm screening afterwards. In any case, all those who are in the neighborhood should check it out. One of the greatest movies I've seen this year.

So an anonymous GR reader has solved the crazy furry-green-thing mystery, which I wrote about months ago. They are Cladophora aegagropila! You can also call them Japanese moss balls (as they are considered a national treasure in Japan) or Russian Moosballen, like the Germans do. Aqualand explains all. Scroll down to the science experiment in which they dismember a bunch of the Cladophora to see if they'd regenerate, kinda like Gremlins. Afterwards, check out the rest of their site, it's pretty rad. And then maybe purchase some Axolotls:

But watch out, they're "frequent biters of tank mates."

On second thought, just get some bunnies.
As Aqualand says, "Everybody loves bunnies."