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| The sunshine mornings I've come to expect have rolled over with
clouds. It makes Los Angeles sad. The wind doesn't blow for
lack of enthusiasm, the trees that can drop their leaves drop all those
remaining, rain decides to start falling down and the drops accumulating
in the Los Angeles river makes it think about what it would be like to
be a real river, one with flowing water, rapids, splashing children, inner
tubers, basking and jumping fish, and an occasional bit of drift wood.
After all the thoughts pass by about what it can never be, the river becomes
depressed and stays that way until enough prozac saturated urine of the
Los Angeleans finds its way to the basin to even out the river's mood.
The rain slows everything down. Traffic on the freeways begin to crawl. Nothing is scarier than moisture beneath your tires, don't you know? The streets empty out. Nothing is more horrible than a bit of water on the salon do, don't you know? The gangsters head indoors. Wetness falling from the sky is more terrifying than a rain of bullets, don't you know? The weekends are too short. The week is nothing but suffering. All I want is to sit at home and write, read and watch an occasional movie. Does it seem right that I have to be dragged through hell's hot coals five days a week to live so simply? (Enough of that for now. I assure you, however, that more immature whining is imminent.) Watched "Magnolia" at the Galaxy theater on Hollywood Blvd yesterday. The intersection where the frogs begin to rain is just down the street here. They switched the street signs around. Magnolia isn't part of that intersection. I wonder why they did that? Nothing about that particular corner is any more cinematic than any number of corners along what is the actual Magnolia. Maybe they liked the wideness of the intersection they chose. Anyway, it struck me that the movie's narrator talks about coincidences that happen to people everyday, that things that are bizarre and extraordinary do happen. It gets me thinking, "Here I am in Hollywood, at the Galaxy theater where I have never gone to see a movie before, and on the screen is an intersection a few blocks down the street from where I live. The film contains the neon sign for the UA Valley Plaza, which is the place where I go to see more movies than any other place since it is so close to my house. Hmmmm." I've taken to ending all precise linguistic thoughts with "hmm," lately and do not know why. I'm boring myself with these musings, thus the odds that I am boring any unfortunate readers as well is incredibly high. Besides, it's eleven o'clock and I have things to do. |