PULL OF THE OCEAN AND THE ROARING TIDE IS BIGGER THAN MY EYES OR
MY DESIGN
It's
2006 photo recap time. I will admit they're a little boooring, and
the quality's superassy, but it's a little yearlong timecapsule
captured by my faithful-when-it-was-working Motorola v550. (Newly
replaced with a fancy Razr, wooo.)
All
photo entries should be started with Mr. Hankey.
This
is Los Angeles 2006. Palm trees, check. Smog, check.
Hollywood
Boulevard, January 2006. That's Spiderman waiting to leap on our
heads.
Or get a dollar donation.
UCLA
medical center. I went with my mother to see if they could fix her
of something that's
uncomfortable but currently liveable. The top specialist in all
the land said no.
Breakfast
at a place that gave me the squirts. When I was a little kid and
I was on vacation
with my parents, which was rare, I wasn't allowed to order orange
juice because a glass of
it cost the same as a half gallon in the supermarket. I think this
contributed to my uber-
cheapness, and I wonder if I'll inflict the same values ("values"?)
on my child/children. To
this day it's still almost impossible for me to order orange juice
specifically while out, and I
probably only got it here because Gray ordered a caraffe of it amidst
my protests.
I
think this is one of my favorite things about Los Angeles, this
view on a clear day
coupled with this sign.
My
friend's baby, bundled.
The
same friend's house, half a year later, when the boy has grown up
and acquired some
toys.
Me
and my friend Stan waiting to get our oil changed.
Traffic
on the 405. (I had about a million traffic cellphone pictures and
have had to exercise great restraint in
whittling them down.)
The
Academy of Motion Picture Arts and Sciences. This was in May and
I can't remember who I went
to see. Oh, yeah. Paul Haggis. Memorable.
Waiting
to fight my ticket at the Chatsworth courthouse in June. It was
a close call, but I won.
Diversity
toys! Can you see the descriptions under the people? I should register
for this.
June
2006, the Ahmanson Theater in downtown LA. I guess my mom and I
saw something
at the Taper, but I can't remember what. The fact that there's nary
a person in this shot is
bizarre, since the corridor's usually flooded with theatergoers.
July.
Was hot. I'm glad I'm not having a baby in July. But I was freshly
pregnant in July, and
it was fricking scorching. Much better to be fatly pregnant in the
cool months, though.
Dogs.
Company
party, July. This dude was a ringer, and I find a career where somebody
models
himself after a famous person or character to be extremely fascinating.
This happens a
lot in Los Angeles.
I
got some keys copied in my neighborhood. He also repairs shoes and
sharpens knives. But on the inside he's a poet.
Seth
MacFarlane at the Family Guy Paley Festival night. This guy can't
get on a
stage without a big glass of whiskey in his hand, and I don't blame
him.
These
signs appear daily on posts around LA -- they're pointing the direction
to productions shooting on location. I guess the PA who penned these
needs a
little more schooling, tho.
The
f-ing horrendous Screenwriting Expo by LAX. Oh why did I go? I still
lament it.
On
my walk to get lunch during the Expo. A high point.
Packing
to go north. They're nervous. It's the only time they cuddle. And
believe me,
I try to force them to cuddle all the time. "Spoon!" I
say. "Spoon!"
Fricking
plane. Ugh.
MLK
library at San Jose State. Nice.
Art
installation at Gray's work. It's cool - they do it all the time
- hang the work
of employees and throw a shindig to appreciate it.
At
the doctor. Right before the evil POPPING OUT OF THE BELLY BUTTON
began. You can't imagine the craziness a body goes through, you
just have to live
it. I couldn't have known. How could you know? Like right now, hiccups.
There is a person inside me having hiccups. Astounding.
Carrie
Fisher's Wishful Drinking at the Geffen. It was very funny and very
good
and she wasn't nearly as crazy as I totally thought she would be.
A fine show, so
go see it if you live here. Although I think it's done now.
Wordsmiths,
find the error. Presumably a large sign must go through several
sets
of eyeballs before being expensively manufactured. Not this one.
And
to cap it all off, what Mervyn's in Burbank looks like after the
Christmas sale. Kind
of like how we all feel on the inside when we part from our relatives
after the holidays.
And
that's it. 2006 as told by my cellphone. Now I gotta go charge my
batteries and get started on 2007.
