The Weather

Migrate!

Since moving to LA last fall and becoming one with the highways, on their shoulders I have seen a dead skunk, at least a couple dead possums and something I think was, at one time, a dog. But…

The Weather

The General

The past few months here in Milledgeville, Georgia, have been unseasonably warm, even for this part of the world. I’ve noticed two immediate results. One is a bumper crop of enormous flying German cockroaches (“palmetto bugs”)…

The Weather

Microclimates

My dad just served me a weather post, in the most improbable way. We’d just woken up and were sitting at my kitchen table, in my fifth-floor walk-up, looking out my window over the flats of central…

Books

Spanish Stroll

A week ago, Ben Lerner won the Believer Book Award for his debut novel, Leaving the Atocha Station, beating out fellow Trop-approved author Jesse Ball. Ostensibly, Leaving the Atocha Station is a curious choice. It spurns…

Letters from the Editors

State of Trop

Dear Readers, Today ends Trop’s first week of existence, so I thought it’d be a good time to explain a few things. Let’s start with logistics. We’re going to offer five full-length posts per week—one per…

The Weather

Reservations

I was in Connecticut with my brother Chris, standing in the rain outside a movie theater, waiting to see a sneak preview of The Avengers. But I wasn’t talking to Chris. I was on the phone, debating…

Welcome to Our Home

Welcome

Welcome to our home, Acorn Hill. Acorn Hill was built for a Great Man nearly two hundred years ago. Most people see the house as a monument to him; its columns uphold his legacy, the tall…

The Weather

The Challenge

Yesterday, Evan wrote that he sympathized with the challenge facing me in this task of writing creatively about the weather from a place with a climate as famously uneventful as Los Angeles’s: here, we barely have…

Concrete Jungle

Stevens Square Park

The two and a half acres of Stevens Square Park are home to a few dozen oaks well over a century old, a pergola, a playground, a basketball hoop, a pump-handled well—also almost a century old—and,…

The Weather

Weather. Or not.

Five years ago, whenever a friend asked me why I’d given up on LA, it was obvious where the clichés ended and an actual opinion began: I hated the people, the prices, the traffic, the weather—…