Past the Neverland gates.
Saturday, September 19, 2009
Thursday, September 17, 2009
Los Angeles. I've had a love affair with her since the moment we met, a romance that's coming up on seven years now. And while my love for her will never diminish, there's no denying the passion isn't what it once was. It might not be very gentlemanly of me to admit, but her flaws are really starting to bother me. Smog, noise pollution, road rage, officer-involved shootings on my front doorstep, the list goes on and on. In the end, I try to overlook these faults because I love her.
The Santa Ynez Valley is my mistress. I cheat on Los Angeles with her. She doesn't have the flaws that Los Angeles does. She spoils me with her endless blue skies and clear open roads. She pampers me with her soothing silence and lack of police brutality. The Santa Ynez Valley is quite possibly my favorite place on earth. More and more I find myself wondering what my life would be like living with her instead.
But I can not leave LA. That wouldn't be practical. We have too much history together. Besides, what if I left her only to find out Santa Ynez and I really have nothing in common? And what would happen when I started to notice her flaws?
Ah, she couldn't possibly have any flaws.
Yikes!!! My mistress is dangerous!
The Santa Ynez Valley is my mistress. I cheat on Los Angeles with her. She doesn't have the flaws that Los Angeles does. She spoils me with her endless blue skies and clear open roads. She pampers me with her soothing silence and lack of police brutality. The Santa Ynez Valley is quite possibly my favorite place on earth. More and more I find myself wondering what my life would be like living with her instead.
But I can not leave LA. That wouldn't be practical. We have too much history together. Besides, what if I left her only to find out Santa Ynez and I really have nothing in common? And what would happen when I started to notice her flaws?
Ah, she couldn't possibly have any flaws.
Yikes!!! My mistress is dangerous!
Friday, September 04, 2009
Why I Was Late For Work This Morning
Last night, I was so happy to get the parking space directly across from my apartment. I never get the parking space across from my apartment. I never get to park anywhere near my apartment. Usually, I end up at or near the top of a sizable hill. A hill which is pleasant to walk down at night. But in the morning, tends to be a rather arduous climb. But last night, I was able to sleep soundly knowing I wouldn't have to make that climb.
In the morning, I woke to the sound of twenty or so helicopters buzzing about, rattling the apartment walls and generally disrupting my existence. There hadn't been this much racket in the skies above since Griffith Park went up in flames a few years back.
Then I walked outside to find my car blocked in by a mobile command sub-station and a shitload of police tape.
Had I parked in my usual location, all would have been avoided.
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Here's a better picture of the shitload of police tape:
http://latimesblogs.latimes.com/lanow/2009/09/los-angeles-police-shoot-and-wound-a-woman-in-los-feliz-area.html
In the morning, I woke to the sound of twenty or so helicopters buzzing about, rattling the apartment walls and generally disrupting my existence. There hadn't been this much racket in the skies above since Griffith Park went up in flames a few years back.
Then I walked outside to find my car blocked in by a mobile command sub-station and a shitload of police tape.
Had I parked in my usual location, all would have been avoided.
--
Here's a better picture of the shitload of police tape:
http://latimesblogs.latimes.com/lanow/2009/09/los-angeles-police-shoot-and-wound-a-woman-in-los-feliz-area.html
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