Monday, 22 November 1999

I'm going home in a couple of days, but I'm not all that excited. I think it's because I've done so much work to make my life in LA function properly. Somewhere inside I think that going back to the Bay Area is going to disrupt that. It's so hard to keep things straight as it is...it's as if I'm walking a delicate balance, and every little thing seems to be pushing me off to one side.

Well, happy Thanksgiving everybody. For every breath you take, for every flower you see, and for every loved one you talk on the phone with be grateful. You'll be hearing from me again after the weekend.
 
 

Tuesday, 16 November 1999

Quando mi sono alzato stamattina, mi sentivo peggio di ieri. 

Three autistic children were brought into my Behavioral Modification class. If you've ever seen what an autistic child is like, you know how heartbreaking it is. But the children that were brought in looked like every other five-year-old in the world. They were absolutely adorable. My professor, Dr. L, created a miraculous treatment for children with autism and developmental delays. Seeing these kids today really lifted me up after a long night last night.

And it's like my horoscope says: "There's nothing wrong with you that alcohol, drugs, or several naked people can't cure!"
 
 

Monday, 15 November 1999

What can I say, life is a series of ups and downs. You can never really get away from either. I just got some bad news that a relative of mine is very ill. I wish life didn't work that way.

On a lighter note, let me just say that I love my job! It's the best. Last night was awesome, and a movie star came in. By the way, I work at a market in Westwood called Breadstiks -- affectionately known as "Breadies" or "the Sticks" (I'm particular towards the latter). Anyways, it was a fairly quiet night and we just goofed off for most of the time. I love meeting people, and that's the best part of the job. Except for the really uptight LA-types who are too impatient to wait in line. They suck.

The newest book I've started reading is "Ecology of Fear" by Mike Davis. It's about the role of natural disasters in the history of Los Angeles, as well as future effects of urbanization and development on the Southern California environment. It's hard to make this book sound interesting...but I'm finding it fascinating.

Some incredible songs I've been listening to and/or have been playing in my head incessantly:
"Woodson" The Get Up Kids
"Culver Palms" Everclear
"Smokey" Red House Painters
"California Stars" Billy Bragg & Wilco
"July" The Innocence Mission
"Sweetness" Jimmy Eat World



Saturday, 13 November 1999

Today has been quite a nice day. First of all, my good friend of many years Heidi is in town and me her and and bunch of friends went out to dinner tonight. It was nice to see her again. She moved down to San Diego in October and I hadn't seen her since. Another good thing about today is that the UCLA football team finally won a game -- I normally wouldn't care except for the fact that they've been exceptionally bad this whole year. A third exciting thing is that Trisha called me at work and chatted while I sold some guy a bunch of soda (about 50 cans). She got to eat a Popeye omelette (our one favorite breakfast) from Copenhagen's back in Burlingame for breakfast. Lucky her. Then she drove back to Davis. Tomorrow I'm supposed to get breakfrast with Heidi and also do laundry with Jo. Maybe I'll even get some studying done before work.
 
 

8 November 1999

"Woke up to the sound of pouring rain,
Washed away, I dream of you."

Sorry, but I couldn't resist the Skid Row quote. Yes, it's true. It actually rained in LA this morning. And in typical Los Angeles fashion, it's sunny and blue skied right now (it's a little after 1:00). That's the great thing about rain...it leaves everything fresh and clean outside. I love the rain.



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