Sunday, February 24, 2002 9:12 PM.
This is not the place you hoped it would be.
Was it ever that place? Did it really happen?
Is this even pizza?
What can we hope for when pizza is involved, really?
We seek comfort. We seek company.
We seek the closure of a pie, even a failed one. We fail.
This is not pizza. This is not home.
There are shadows here, burned in by a slow florescent fire.
There was an opening here, once, a passage through.
But this is not your dream architecture. This is not pizza.
You must trace your own maps. You must cut your own pie.
You look at me like I’m the weirdo. Like I’m the asshole.
Look. This is not my pizza. This is not even pizza.
Were you not listening to me?
This was a passage between.
And you are late.
Passion fruit growing over the tow yard razor wire, with the sky tuned to a dead channel.
Hangar 1018, Los Angeles.
Low End Theory Japan benefit at the Echoplex
The most amazing thing about Glow is that it actually happens. An uptight town turning their usually restrictive beach into a de facto free zone. Twice, so far. Art, performances, incredible community effort, yes yes. But in a city that bans all smoking of any kind, on a beach that forbids all human presence after 10pm, filled with huge midnight crowds of casual pot smokers, completely un-hassled by the omnipresent police… It’s no Carnival. But it’s as close as Santa Monica will ever get.
Stick to making movies, playing volleyball, breathing your smog filled air, sitting in traffic and surfing in your frigid shark infested waters. I really think you west coasters have been smoking too much medical marijuana to think anyone, let alone a football team, would give up Florida for the hell you live in.
Hey. Let’s not fight. We’re connected by the Interstate 10 — we’re practically related.
In response to Pasta&Vinegar, two extremes of perspective: Los Angeles (or… how to drive a car in narrow hilly streets) versus the eight-lane highways of Montpellier.
All cities have someone who dislikes them, even hates them. But Los Angeles may be unique as a target of reflexive worldwide disgust. It is disliked on a mythological level. It’s a metonym for everything that people hate about their own good cities. Pollution, disconnection, shallowness, disparity, violence, mediation, erasure… Los Angeles.
Romanticized places have to exist on some level as romantic fossils, and every flattering tourist asks the residents to measure their lives against a touristic ideal. One of the best things about LA is how it’s hidden behind a cloak of misunderstanding. It’s harder to suck the life out of something you can’t even see, much less understand.
Pity the romanticized places that have to measure themselves against the ideals of tourists. And pity the tourist who ends up lost in the narrow, winding streets of Los Angeles.
We are all interested in the future, for that is where you and I are going to spend the rest of our lives. And remember my friend, future events such as these will affect you in the future. You are interested in the unknown… the mysterious. The unexplainable. That is why you are here.
Look at that mountain
Look at that tree
Look at that bum over there, man
He’s down on his knees
Look at these women
There ain’t nothin’ like em nowhere
Century Boulevard (We love it!)
Victory Boulevard (We love it!)
Santa Monica Boulevard (We love it!)
Sixth Street! (We love it!! We love it!!)
Griffith Park burning as seen from the 210 freeway, clearly a revelation of the Rise of the Pumpkin….
Today, bobcats and coyotes roam the streets in search of deer.
As usual, downtown was filled with people. Filled with cars, horses, streetcars, the air droning with the passage of dirigibles, the ground thrumming with the pressure of transient pneumatics.
Is it possible, he thought, for a civilization so encrusted with its own growth, such a towering coral reef of technology and detritus, to simply sink away? Be forgotten? Recede beneath the waves of history like Lemuria or Atlantis?
He looked down at his watch, a tight cluster of yellow tubes throbbing in an intricate pattern. He was going to miss his train if he didn’t hurry.
Courtesy of Media Matters.:
CNN anchor Jack Cafferty:
The Mexican flag has become a source of irritation to a lot of Americans during the immigration debate that’s heating up in this country. Carried as a source of pride by demonstrators, the idea could backfire.
Weekly Standard executive editor Fred Barnes:
And that was that huge demonstration in Los Angeles yesterday where many, many people were waving Mexican flags. That just alienates Americans and will only further anger the anti-immigrant forces.
Eponymous pundit-borg Lou Dobbs:
I don’t think that we should have any flag flying in this country except the flag of the United States.
Grave-robbing baby-killer Robert Novak:
[B]randishing the Mexican flag signals divided loyalty or perhaps loyalty to a foreign power.
George W. Bush on his 2004 presidential campaign: