Mass Transit
Again, another great 24 hours to add to my ever-growing tally. I think I mentioned our ridiculously good dinner last night. Well, I slept soundly, contented by shirt steak and fabulous wine.
Mike and I headed out to Irvine this morning for a meeting. It took 1.25 hours to get there from Los Feliz, despite the post-rush-hour traffic being tolerable. I don't know how people make that commute daily. My client drives from Westchester (near LAX) to Irvine daily. I can't imagine. Or, rather, I can imagine, and it ain't purdy.
Our meetings went well, and we drove around Orange County seeking the train station for a while. It was odd - I've spent my years as an Angeleno disparaging the Orange Curtain as a world of artifice and Republicans (not mutually exclusive). It remains such a place, but there was something captivating about it today - something about how the light there illuminates everything. Such a bright, unfiltered light, almost moonlike, or as if every object was illuminated from within. Bright blue sky dipping down into miles of nameless corporate parks, low-hanging clusters of buildings giving way to wide open fields. Totally unlike L.A.
We finally found the train station, and I sat and waited for an hour in the blaring OC sun. I hopped on the Metrolink, a 2.5-decker train, and hurtled home to downtown L.A. I got to Union Station (as immortalized in scores of films, the most memorable of which was L.A. Confidential), and then got on the subway to make the rest of the trip. Even typing "and then got on a subway," in a sentence about L.A. seems ridiculously surreal, so you can imagine my amazement at the actual event of it all. I mean, I haven't participated in public transport in L.A. since I was a pre-teen beach bunny, toting my boogie board on the Venice/Culver City bus. To be in a subterranean train in this city is downright alien, and positively great. I popped in my ear buds and pulled Ms. Stefani up on my iPod and whizzed home amid the commuting masses. And yes, it is indeed, a melting pot.
Had a beer with David and Tamala and Mondo again tonight - being around them makes it very hard for me to contemplate leaving tomorrow night.
Tomorrow I have a number of things planned, not the least of which involves doing some work, and possibly getting to Arclight again. I mean, when in Rome, eh?
Mike and I headed out to Irvine this morning for a meeting. It took 1.25 hours to get there from Los Feliz, despite the post-rush-hour traffic being tolerable. I don't know how people make that commute daily. My client drives from Westchester (near LAX) to Irvine daily. I can't imagine. Or, rather, I can imagine, and it ain't purdy.
Our meetings went well, and we drove around Orange County seeking the train station for a while. It was odd - I've spent my years as an Angeleno disparaging the Orange Curtain as a world of artifice and Republicans (not mutually exclusive). It remains such a place, but there was something captivating about it today - something about how the light there illuminates everything. Such a bright, unfiltered light, almost moonlike, or as if every object was illuminated from within. Bright blue sky dipping down into miles of nameless corporate parks, low-hanging clusters of buildings giving way to wide open fields. Totally unlike L.A.
We finally found the train station, and I sat and waited for an hour in the blaring OC sun. I hopped on the Metrolink, a 2.5-decker train, and hurtled home to downtown L.A. I got to Union Station (as immortalized in scores of films, the most memorable of which was L.A. Confidential), and then got on the subway to make the rest of the trip. Even typing "and then got on a subway," in a sentence about L.A. seems ridiculously surreal, so you can imagine my amazement at the actual event of it all. I mean, I haven't participated in public transport in L.A. since I was a pre-teen beach bunny, toting my boogie board on the Venice/Culver City bus. To be in a subterranean train in this city is downright alien, and positively great. I popped in my ear buds and pulled Ms. Stefani up on my iPod and whizzed home amid the commuting masses. And yes, it is indeed, a melting pot.
Had a beer with David and Tamala and Mondo again tonight - being around them makes it very hard for me to contemplate leaving tomorrow night.
Tomorrow I have a number of things planned, not the least of which involves doing some work, and possibly getting to Arclight again. I mean, when in Rome, eh?
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