strohs on abbot kinney boulevard? out of business. a new depression sinks in.
which begs the question, how would that be different if one has INCOMPLETELY overslept? is that even possible? must procure coffee.
for 38 years, i have not had a single grey hair. after the last 72 hours, the first ones are undoubtedly preparing for their debut.
thank you for all of the support. it is greatly appreciated.
earlier this afternoon, late evening local time in norway, my younger brother came home to his girlfriend & 2 kids. safe for now.
obama did OK, not great but he displayed a clear understanding of the issues that he wants to promote tho mccain’s a tough a cookie bastard.
dawn is soon breaking in norway and i hope to get some good news. there’s been a communications black out for hours. feel powerless.
have bad news. i’m going to post it (because i don’t know what else i can do right now) then i’m going off twitter until i know what to do.
what senator obama doesn’t seem to understand? how many times has that putz mccain blurted that out? six? seven? oiy vey.
i love mccain’s tactic of not looking at obama… oh wait, it’s a strategy, not a tactic. i apparently don’t understand the difference.
a stunningly beautiful california morning; serenity in the deep blue skies above offset last night’s angst-ridden four hours of sleep.
i’d like to see the presidential debate tonight. do people over here gather for viewing parties? is that too political? where to go?
just received very troubling news from norway… my heart skipped a beat and now i’m trying to reach people at 1:30 a.m. local time.
john mccain is a dick. sorry. he’s as smug and thick-skulled as another dick…. cheney…. like watching a grumpy grand dad.
my younger brother thomas is missing, last seen less than 24 hrs ago. police are looking for him south & east of olso, norway. heartbroken.
what if the financial collapse is a political orchestration? what dark times await us? when will the uprising come & who will lead it?
come home to the arrival of the latest edition of the california bar journal and CHILDREN OF MEN from netflix. 1:50 a.m. screening?
reporting live from the echo: carly says “f**NDA across the way.” damn, they sure are everywhere.
carly don’t surf but she sure does sway to the arhythmic beat of ra ra riot at the echo (which is my virgin trip to echo park).
sad feeling of having just looked into my wallet realising that i have an acute need for a cash machine… why can’t i print my own dollars?
washnington mutual just went down… was talking to a friend the other day about this possibility - she has all of her money at WaMu… wow.
a pile of moodboards on the floor…. sorting through them… making new lay-outs.
lunch break viewing: http://vimeo.com/1808434 it’s funny. a bit off the mark but what the hell.
a carpenter hammers away on the other side of the very thin walls of our apartment. at any time now, i expect his hammer to break through.
late evening bike ride home past the crickets, the blinking lights and burping vagrants on rose ave. after dinner at @souris & silvio.
a quote from fellow dane karen blixen: “the cure for anything is salt water - sweat, tears, or the sea.” i’m going outside for a run.
i think i’m shvitzing! i mean, the heat, it’s coming in. need to stand in front of the ice box.
a cool breeze sails in through the open window. unlike summer breezes, this breeze carries with it the faint humid scent of leaves decaying.