It’s raining in LA. Per usual, the city’s on stormwatch. Whenever the humidity goes beyond 90% and the temp drops below 50 people start to panic. We Los Angelenos appreciate the rain. Because it happens so rarely. But once it hits, everyone can’t wait for it to be over. “The storm is supposed to be finish tomorrow,” my dad tells me when we’re out to lunch. Don’t worry. The apocalypse will be over soon. The traffic though, will still be hell.
Another LA statement I love? “We’re due for an earthquake.” What the fuck? Are you plugged into the faultline? Birds and bats are the only animals that can sense when an earthquakes about to hit, and that’s only seconds before the rattle. “It hasn’t happened in over 10 years,” they say. So what? There’s no countdown timer for these things. This isn’t 2012.
It’s nice to be able to hit the reset button every once in a while. I’m at this new job, writing copy, scripts, radio. Dealing with clients. Project managers. Creative directors. Trying to be funny by not trying to be funny. Working with the flow of language. Understanding how slow and how fast the process can be, depending on the project. Usually slow.
My friends Levi and Brooke are doing cool stuff in Israel. hUman rights. For humans. I want to see an Extraterrestial Rights March. Who’s sticking up for those guys? Watch their videos at http://thisistheworldwelivein.com/ Good stuff.
Tonight the woman is taking me on a date. Somewhere fancy. Small plates and wine. If I showered yesterday, does that make up for wearing the same pair of underwear two days in a row? We’re traveling to San Francisco for San Valetino. I don’t think I’ve ever dated someone around that hallmark holiday. I should clarify. I’ve never been in the same country with my significant other during Valentine’s. This time, I don’t think it’ll be all that different. Dinner + wine + laughter + a flower in your hair = love.
And now, death by cuteness. Still love this. Stay hydrated my friends.