I know I need to note something about the election, but I'm just too dang overwhelmed by everything.

This interesting tidbit cropped up in my research today. Time to revise our image of evolution?
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One month in LA today... Feels kind of strange. I think I'm beginning to accept that I'm actually living here, not just passing through on an extended stay as I did on all previous long stays in this city. A feeling that is amplified by actually starting to unpack my stuff, and by going to an art opening here and meeting up with friends there.

That was an interesting scene. The opening. It was at the Hammer Museum at UCLA. The show was Made In Mexico, of which I managed to see about a half. The evening was primarily spent cattily scanning the crowd, fending off predatory men with too much cologne, and having some fun & comfortable conversations with my (NEW!) sister-in-law, Gabriela, and her friends. I say "cattily" because my early arrival did offer me quite a while to scan the crowd and I don't always have the most generous thoughts about people. It was an interesting mix of casually dressed students, agressively artistically dressed people who seemed desperate to be noticed, and well-dressed art show regulars sprinkled in among those who seemed to come knowing that many people would be there and who could care less that it was a gallery. True to form, I liked the idea of some of the modern art, thought some of the art was funny, thought some of the pieces were executed well, and only actually liked some of the more classic pieces in the permanent collection.

One piece in the Made in Mexico show was fun. One artist created an installation featuring a video of a car wash in action, and some bubbles falling from the ceiling. Clever, I thought first, looking at one of the mainstay sources of employment for Mexicans in LA, the car wash. Fun, too, to have bubbles in a gallery. They floated out of the ceiling, coming to rest on the floor or on outstretched hands of visitors. Then I read that the artist learned that a car wash was operated using water from the morgue next door -- water that was run off after being used for washing out cadavers, etc. The video is of that car wash, zooming in on seemingly oblivious folks chatting on cell phones while their expensive cars are being cleansed with post-funereal rinse water. The icing was that the bubbles in gallery were, also, created using morgue water... a fact which instantly changed the festive feeling among the people who had been trying to catch them in their hands and on their heads. That was fun.

So I suppose I'm in LA now. I'm going to another opening tomorrow, it being (according to my roommate) the "opening weekend of the season." I had no idea that art had a season. Perhaps, lacking seasons created by weather, Angelinos compensate by creating their own alternative reasons to note the time of year. I wonder if I have to change my clothing? And does the food change as well? I suppose there the answer must be "no." We are still in California, where you can get tomatoes and avocados year-round.

Apparently, I forgot that I was in LA. I'm sitting in a cafe that I walked to (my neighbor gave me driving directions, but I knew it was only 2 blocks away). I also rode my bike to and from work today. I'm going to have to work harder on this fitting in thing. I think it goes beyond just wearing sandals every day -- especially since I keep forgetting to paint my toenails.

I'm fully unloaded into my new apartment. Can't say that I'm moved in since everything is still in boxes and I'm eating only food that can be prepared with a bowl and a microwave. But everything that I own is now in one place. And I'm really really sore from carrying so many boxes up the stairs. A town of one-story buildings and I move into the second floor. Figures.

It is nice to move into a neighborhood, though. I met my neighbors yesterday. On one side Kenneth & his wife (Corrine? Correlle?) were watering the lawn. On the other side, Terry Jr. was washing his car. I haven't met Terry Sr. yet, but he's in the house, too. It's so cool to meet neighbors! I haven't met any since my days on Shotwell when the drug dealers next door were nice to me. They helped me move my stuff and let me use their driveway. That was excellent. This, however, is different. Families. Dogs. Lawns. Pools. Hard to believe I'm in the middle of a city.

LA observations. just a few to start...

We have a meeting, order pizza. The box is advertising some upcoming movie. The executive producer looks over at me apologetically and says, "Welcome to LA."

I open up the LA Weekly... I am struck by the number of botox and lipo ads. Nearly every page.

I really am surprised by all the lawns.

I saw a cyclist today.

The supermarket down the street here doesn't have a sidewalk to get to the front door. It's off the parking lot in the back only. I walked up the driveway.

I am afraid getting hooked on blended coffee with boba balls in it. Hooked in some strange overly-sweet mid-afternoon caffeine/sugar craving kind of way...

Nearly 2 weeks in LA... It's felt like an odd and somewhat disconnected time overall. The job is great, and the people turn out to be even more excellent than their first impressions led me to believe. Nice (and rare) when that is true. The odd part is being so clueless about where I am and needing all kinds of basic help (where can I go for lunch? where's a used book store? is that neighborhood far?) It's been a long while for me to be so out of it in a living-there type situation. I'm certainly feeling like a traveller -- only I'm supposed to have moved here. Hm.

For a place notorious for its cars, LA has a lot of trees. Looking around for an apartment, it seemed I was constantly turning a corner of some central city street and landing on another suburban block. It seems most blocks between the big streets here are filled with 1- and 2-story homes with lawns in front. Where I'm staying (Santa Monica according to my host, Sawtelle according to the Thomas Guide), it seems there's always someone out walking their dog. No matter what time of day or night.

High contrast to Koreatown, where I'm working, which oddly keeps reminding me off different places in the Philippines. Not fully, but every now and then. There's a boba tea/coffee place around the corner with a little outdoor deck that feels kinda like Boracay except that it faces a bank parking lot instead of the beach. I can pretend it's a beach...

As for the job, I'm learning tons about viruses, bacteria, and a couple of parasites. Even more about epidemics and public policy (or the lack of it). And I feel like a part of this little documentary-making machine, not just a side note. That's a nice feeling. For that, I'm sure that it's all going to be good. The verdict on the rest of my world down here is still to be determined. I suppose my sense of place will improve as I learn my way around and as I get some friends so I don't simply return home to read more about plagues, eat cheese and crackers, and wait until after our cell plans go to "evening minutes" to talk to Troy on the phone.

First day in LA, first day at the new job. Pretty dang cool place to work, I'm thinking. Day was slow, just getting oriented, but still actually productive. It's awfully nice to be working again. Something about my last consulting jobs just wasn't working for me. I think that they weren't absorbing enough. Not enough work. And it's nice to be back in an office with co-workers again.

Off to look at apartments now. Not looking forward to that at all.

It's coming down to the wire. Today is our day to rent the truck and throw stuff into storage. Even though I've brought several carloads to Goodwill, have donated other things to art programs, have thrown away many bags of stuff and have sold my couches and a dresser... I still have lots of stuff! This is insane.

Also insane is taking off for the weekend for a wedding and trying to pack for that at the same time. I'm feeling a little nuts.

And the countdown to moving away from Troy is not fun. I'm having a hard time letting myself think about that. It's mitigating my excitement about the job, although that is still exciting. But I worry for our future, knowing full well that worrying accomplishes nothing and I can only wait and see how everything turns out.

Time to make americanos and wake up my sleepy guy.

Trying to pack everything up. I've been bitten by the "go light" bug and am trying to shed furniture. Since I don't think of myself as "moving to LA" (in my mind I'm going there temporarily for one job"), I can't seem to wrap my head around renting a truck and bringing my stuff with me. I'm hoping a couple carloads in my (newly repaired, but still painfully small) Tercel will do it. At least for a while. And I might be being ridiculous. Troy and my heart are still in the Bay Area and LA is nowhere near a new home for me. At least not for now. I'm not even there yet. And I still have to excavate my office. I'm getting to be a regular at the Salvation Army. It's incredible how much I've brought down there. Perhaps more amazing how much stuff I still have left. Must shed more.

life has taken quite a turn. I'm off to LA in less than 3 weeks to work with Arcwelder Films, Ltd. on a series for National Geographic. Everything is about getting there right now, finding a place to stay, packing stuff up here, finding Troy a roommate, and trying (actually) to spend some time with him before I take off. Yikes! So much going on.

Have to get through this functional stuff so that I can once again get really excited about this job!

Today, a day to visit old favorites...

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