I have to say that I have a love/hate relationship with Southern California. There are creative/business oportunites everywhere and it certainly provides a platform that should you succeed in whatever it is you are pursuing, you set the bar pretty high for any future competition. What I’m not so clear on is that for some reason the majority of the world aspires to something that really isn’t that impressive once experienced in person. Like anywhere else, L.A. is what you make of it.
That being said, I do have a gripe. This city is enourmous and you have to travel to reach nature or experience silence. Some people love this, but I’m not a big fan. I like cities, but I also like to get away. The second part of my gripe is the weather. It NEVER rains here. It’s fucking scary. I’ve told a few friends that I now have a new appreciation for “Hotel California,” which is huge since I hate The Eagles. There is nothing in the sky except for smog and sun, which feels like it’s crushing you; the monotany is sickening. There is a storm system wrecking the country and down here it looks like any day in June…every day of the year. I guess this is appealing to some people, but give it a shot before you make those blind assumptions. Sometimes it feels like some insane alternate universe where the homeless and mad are juxtaposed next to Ferraris and twenty year old millionaires who all roam free under God’s indifferent, cataractous eyes. I wouldn’t mind some cold, depressing rainy days. Dostoevsky style. And like Dostoevsky, I’m whining now.
Moral: no one made me move here, and I actually like it fine most of the time. I just haven’t had much to write about this week and I miss the rain.
Keep on rockin’ in the free world.