Awkward convos
This morning on my way to work I was stopped at a light (Santa Monica and Westwood) with another cyclist and the following exchange ensued:
- Nice that it’s warming up again.
Not hearing the first part of this sentence correctly, I gravely replied:
- Yeah.
Then it hit me… He was beaming.
- Wait, you’re happy about it?
- Yes, I’m happy.
And then the light turned green.
It was weird.
When the Santa Ana winds come the smog hangs in the air and every breath burns and tastes like hell. There are no cool spills of clean(er) air pouring forth on the stretch near the golf course. There is only thick exhaust. HOW CAN HE BE SMILING?! WE ARE SUFFOCATING.
I keep thinking about recycling clay and the process of pouring the dry clay and sand into the soopy mass inside the mixer. My insides hardening, lungs heavy with matter… Also, the heavy cakes of black that cover all of the surfaces in our apartment minutes after we clean them. Not cool.
How much can our fragile skin really protect us from? I shudder to think of it.
Which brings me to my next point! My new favorite phrase: “refried asshat.” (As in: “I watched a clip of myself reading copy for an ad this morning and I looked like a refried asshat.”)
How’s your Friday?
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I think we are broken. We have lived in southern california for so long that we can’t possible enjoy the heat. I seriously hate it. I get itchy, headachey, etc. BAGH.
Refried asshat!
Comment by Matthew — January 30, 2009 #
I can see you being so grave about the weather. Oh darkness that is hot and dry.
I fell asleep while trying to read.
Comment by Matthew — January 30, 2009 #
But I guess it is better than freezing to death…
Comment by Matthew — January 30, 2009 #
it’s cold here. we had a few hours of snow again. it’s painful to bike in the icy air. it is crucial that hands, ears and cheeks have coverage or you think they’re going to fall off.
Comment by Alisha — January 30, 2009 #
One must remember that Los Angeles is located in what is, essentially, a desert.
When one survives here, it must be considered to be a good day.
The various observations contained above would seem to indicate survival is the varied state of the various observors.
Hence …
Celebrate!
Comment by don — January 30, 2009 #
Pacey does look good in an asshat tho.
Comment by Matthew — January 31, 2009 #