05 November 2003
BICYCING IN L.A.
Today I biked to work for the first time, climbing hills and cruising down quiet neighborhood streets for the ten miles between Santa Monica and West Hollywood. Most everyone in L.A. doesn't carpool...they just drive, alone, to work--and everyone is generally okay with this bizarre scheme. But that mentality makes it no surprise that L.A. people also consider biking to work to be some kind of freakish hobby of the exercise-obsessed. Anyway, my car commute takes 35 minutes, and the same commute by bike takes 55 minutes. I think the extra 20 minutes makes the time in the saddle worth it, especially along that sweet downhill on Wilshire towards Beverly Hills. Bzzzzzz.
03 November 2003
LOS ANGELES APOCALYPSO.
So I've been in LA for a couple months now, and how did my home state welcome me? Well:
-- Schwarzenegger became governor.
-- Wildfires turned the sky blood orange for seven days.
-- A 3.6 earthquake nudged me at my desk.
-- A lawyer got shot in broad daylight in front of a group of news reporters.
And to top it off, the Sox lost their shot at the Series. If I'd stayed in Boston, I believe that:
-- Schwarzenegger would have died.
-- The hills would not be on fire.
-- A lawyer would have shot a group of news reporters in the dead of night.
-- And the Sox would finally win the World Series, lifting the Curse and causing the City of Boston to vanish overnight.
LA is where the apocalypse will take place, says Nicki. She's right.
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