Monday, July 05, 2004

LA.

I'm working here in LA this week. This is a foreign land. I felt more at home in NYC, and that is saying something. The ocean is warm and the trees are neat in a different way, and I feel like there is a larger ethnic mix here than in NY. First, I should clarify that I'm in Santa Monica. LA is a sprawl like you can't imagine for a coastal city. It's not as contained as San Fran, or any of the eastern coast cities.

It's nice and all, but there's something about it that I think would sap away my sense of "self". I can't really explain it, there are too many buildings, too many people. It's not all that different from parts of Florida, but the bluffs, the mountains in the background and the landscape are. It's an odd place. Nice to walk, or run if you can do that without noticing that when there is blue sky and sun as today, it is behind a filter of smog. It's just so, well, LA.

Image, not character, is projected. I've seen far more beautiful people in less than 24 hours than any of the movie stars that live out here. Lots of tourists too. I walked along with my i pod (thanks to my wonderful husband) and enjoyed the trees and flowers on Ocean Blvd. with the view of the sea. Well, I've had my hour off, so back to work now.

Northern CA is more like Maine. This feels like it infringes on the natural world in such a way that makes me uncomfortable. When I look out my window, all I can see are buildings as far as the eye can see. I would feel trapped living in such a place.

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