riding on city buses for a hobby is fine

Yesterday I took the bus in LA for the very first time. It was, like, pretty cool.



It was the most fun I've ever had on a bus, with Michael, shopping, eating potato pancakes, and not getting sick.

At first,

I thought Lykke Li's voice sounded deeper on her new album because she didn't like her little voice anymore. In an interview in Filter she said something about wishing she sounded different so people would take her more seriously, and I understood but still didn't like her new voice. But then I listened to Wounded Rhymes in my car yesterday and I realized that it's still the same Lykke Li I love. The first time I listened to it was in my house on my dj station, and I didn't know that Boots had messed with the pitch and that's why she sounded different. That kid!

What's next? We all die?

I feel guilty for all the small stuff I worry about, for liking my new job, for sitting in my house with all my nice things while people in Japan have lost their homes and families, everything. I can't think about Egypt and Libya and Japan all at the same time, and what about the people in Haiti who are still living in tents? I don't believe in luck, but Providence, so I can't say I feel "lucky" to live in LA, where the worst natural disaster I've encountered was the Northridge earthquake in 1994 that made a picture frame on my wall go crooked, but I do feel bad, helpless, overwhelmed, and like more is coming.

Jealousy is more than a word, now I understand.

I'm feeling very Good Country People-esque today, plus or minus a few details. All I need is a prosthetic leg.

One of the funniest Camera Obscura videos I've ever seen. I love the kids running around and the dad throwing goldfish into their mouths. And I wish it were that green in southern California.

I don't know what's sadder - The Heart is a Lonely Hunter or Teen Mom on mtv.

what is happening?

This morning I had a dream that I was on an airplane telling an Iranian couple next to me about another dream I had about being on an airplane. We were getting ready to fly to Egypt, and I told the wife that in a dream, I flew to Egypt to finally visit my brother, but the plane shot up from the ground like a rocket taking off instead of a plane, and when we were in the air the plane started spinning and we were upside down and right side up over and over. And when we got to Egypt, before we got off the plane, I said No way, I'm not getting off, I'm going back home. In the second dream, the one this morning, the wife said to me No, that's not going to happen this time.
Later in the day, one of my recurring nightmares actually came into fruition. (Not the purple Estee Lauder stuff Mom used to put on her face, either.) Nostalgia is fun, but I am not going back to Baltimore to finish something I already finished!