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rm- I am in fucking awe of how expensive my flight to LA is going to be. AWE, I tell you.
Whenever I have to fly to LA, I get funny about it. Even having grown up in the myth of New York, I am seduced by the myth of LA, even though I hate it.
I worry about looking cute (cute? cute!) for the flight.
I worry about having the right luggage (in fact, one of the greatest fantasies of my life revolved around the cute (again with the cute!) luggage I insisted on buying for my Australia trip, just in case I ran into anyone who was anyone in the Sydney airport).
I worry about whether there should be a legal limit to the number of issues of Variety allowed on a single jet.
LA seduces me with the narrative of outsiders who get lucky, although I've never been _that_ type of outsider. I hate LA, but I love the idea of it, I guess. And maybe this will help me on my little chick-lit project. The LA _feeling_ is a bit central to the internal narratives of it. I know, I know, chick-lit isn't supposed to have internal narratives (or, you know, actual people with actual souls), but I really love this idea. There's a symmetry to it. A real goodness in the idea that I can make a ridiculous story out of every little half-assed bullshit 30 second heartbreak I stumble across.
See? LA fucks my shit up. Los Angeles loves love.
- I am really, really going to try to catch up with email today. We'll see.
- I am also really, really going to try to leave work early today so I can go try to find a new winter coat (first frost tonight!) and do some house cleaning while Patty drinks with the pick-axe wielding set.
- I had a stupid hypochondriac freakout the other night. Patty was sane. I remain embarrassed. Good thing she likes me.
- Am nervously awaiting verdict on a bit of workplace work.
- Craaaaaaazy weekend, full of work. But I do get to sleep in tomorrow. And that's not just something, but might be close to everything.
Whenever I have to fly to LA, I get funny about it. Even having grown up in the myth of New York, I am seduced by the myth of LA, even though I hate it.
I worry about looking cute (cute? cute!) for the flight.
I worry about having the right luggage (in fact, one of the greatest fantasies of my life revolved around the cute (again with the cute!) luggage I insisted on buying for my Australia trip, just in case I ran into anyone who was anyone in the Sydney airport).
I worry about whether there should be a legal limit to the number of issues of Variety allowed on a single jet.
LA seduces me with the narrative of outsiders who get lucky, although I've never been _that_ type of outsider. I hate LA, but I love the idea of it, I guess. And maybe this will help me on my little chick-lit project. The LA _feeling_ is a bit central to the internal narratives of it. I know, I know, chick-lit isn't supposed to have internal narratives (or, you know, actual people with actual souls), but I really love this idea. There's a symmetry to it. A real goodness in the idea that I can make a ridiculous story out of every little half-assed bullshit 30 second heartbreak I stumble across.
See? LA fucks my shit up. Los Angeles loves love.
- I am really, really going to try to catch up with email today. We'll see.
- I am also really, really going to try to leave work early today so I can go try to find a new winter coat (first frost tonight!) and do some house cleaning while Patty drinks with the pick-axe wielding set.
- I had a stupid hypochondriac freakout the other night. Patty was sane. I remain embarrassed. Good thing she likes me.
- Am nervously awaiting verdict on a bit of workplace work.
- Craaaaaaazy weekend, full of work. But I do get to sleep in tomorrow. And that's not just something, but might be close to everything.
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Date: 2008-09-19 05:07 pm (UTC)LA is New York's sluttier, more commercially successful sister. You have to visit them, but you hate who you become when you do and just want to leave before you slam her and her spacey boyfriend San Francisco into the car's window pane. At least that's how I see it.
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Date: 2008-09-19 05:43 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-09-20 02:27 am (UTC)I think LA is making eyes at Irvine these days. Irvine's a lot more boring and less obviously loaded than, say, Malibu, but just as important to know as Burbank and rather more stable.
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Date: 2008-09-20 05:50 am (UTC)