Thank you, Henry, for having so much time on your hands and sharing this with me while I am at work frantically finishing up a task before leaving for an ultimate tournament.
While listening to this, I could only think of one person who would find it as amusing, if not much more so, than I did -- Grandma D.
Perhaps this is not something I should not admit openly, but I did enjoy parts of it. What does that say about my taste in music? Don't answer that.
http://blog.wired.com/music/2008/04/a-scientific-at.html
Friday, April 18, 2008
Tuesday, April 15, 2008
California Dreaming
I think recruiting guest bloggers has made me lazy about writing my own blog entries. My other excuse is that I have been away on vacation in SoCal. I must have had too much fun there because it's been a week since my return and I'm still recovering from my trip.
One thing I discovered while I was in California was that a public transportation system consisting of trains and buses really does exist in Los Angeles. Not only does it exist, I even used it! I was inexplicably as excited to ride a public bus in LA as I was to visit the friend in Santa Monica to where I had to take said bus.
I could probably spend several long paragraphs describing in gory detail my solitary journey from Pasadena to Santa Monica, but my bed is calling. To those even remotely curious however, I will report that to get from downtown LA to Santa Monica by bus is not exactly the most efficient method - it takes close to two hours - but the up side is that it's really cheap. It costs less than $2 full fare; or 30 cents for a transfer if you connect to it from a train; or in my case, free because the fare machine was broken. That is assuming, however, that you can figure out which bus to take to begin with (I spent nearly 15 minutes wheeling my luggage up and down the bus terminal in downtown in search of the appropriate bus. Thank goodness for the kindness of strangers).
Another benefit of riding a public bus - once you're on the right one - is that you might get a friendly driver named Ron who, incidentally, bears a striking resemblance to the Baldwin brothers. Homeboy kept my ears busy for an hour and forty-two minutes. When he found out that I live in DC, our conversation immediately veered toward the topic of politics - because physical proximity to Congressional buildings automatically makes you a political pundit. Clearly.
At times, Ron became so impassioned by what he was saying to me that he spent more time looking at me than at the road. I did my best to stay brave during these moments. His talking and my fearing for my life kept me from succumbing to the urge to nap during the ride. I rode bus 337 to Santa Monica Boulevard, the final stop, and by the end had formed such an attachment to Ron that I felt sad to leave him.
I need to end this entry before I really turn up the cheese, but before I do, below is a photo snapped right before my plane descended into LAX airport. Despite the toxic smog, endless sprawl, and road rage-inducing traffic, I still feel a fondness for LA and SoCal.
One thing I discovered while I was in California was that a public transportation system consisting of trains and buses really does exist in Los Angeles. Not only does it exist, I even used it! I was inexplicably as excited to ride a public bus in LA as I was to visit the friend in Santa Monica to where I had to take said bus.
I could probably spend several long paragraphs describing in gory detail my solitary journey from Pasadena to Santa Monica, but my bed is calling. To those even remotely curious however, I will report that to get from downtown LA to Santa Monica by bus is not exactly the most efficient method - it takes close to two hours - but the up side is that it's really cheap. It costs less than $2 full fare; or 30 cents for a transfer if you connect to it from a train; or in my case, free because the fare machine was broken. That is assuming, however, that you can figure out which bus to take to begin with (I spent nearly 15 minutes wheeling my luggage up and down the bus terminal in downtown in search of the appropriate bus. Thank goodness for the kindness of strangers).
Another benefit of riding a public bus - once you're on the right one - is that you might get a friendly driver named Ron who, incidentally, bears a striking resemblance to the Baldwin brothers. Homeboy kept my ears busy for an hour and forty-two minutes. When he found out that I live in DC, our conversation immediately veered toward the topic of politics - because physical proximity to Congressional buildings automatically makes you a political pundit. Clearly.
At times, Ron became so impassioned by what he was saying to me that he spent more time looking at me than at the road. I did my best to stay brave during these moments. His talking and my fearing for my life kept me from succumbing to the urge to nap during the ride. I rode bus 337 to Santa Monica Boulevard, the final stop, and by the end had formed such an attachment to Ron that I felt sad to leave him.
I need to end this entry before I really turn up the cheese, but before I do, below is a photo snapped right before my plane descended into LAX airport. Despite the toxic smog, endless sprawl, and road rage-inducing traffic, I still feel a fondness for LA and SoCal.
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