Memorable Moments in an Alien World











{December 8, 2012}   Sidetracked

Living in the second largest city in America, I find it within wisdom’s bounds to get lost every once in a while. Not Watts or Compton lost, mind you, just affording myself the freedom to explore the knotted, congested roads of LA, unbound by obligations, with no real destination in mind. Read the rest of this entry »



{September 29, 2012}   West what?

I am pretentious. It’s a fact that I know and try very hard to keep under wraps. Because that word just doesn’t have the best connotation, right? There are some things I am openly pretentious about. Espresso. Grammar. Chocolate (clearly all very important). But that’s about it. The rest I hide away and try to ignore.

But I stumbled into unsolicited pretension the other day. Read the rest of this entry »



{July 21, 2012}   Rage of the Rich

A couple weeks ago I decided to stop at Chipotle to grab something to eat. Usually I frequent the one in Santa Monica, but today I decided to try the one in Beverly Hills, as its proximity is much closer to my apartment.

Driving down North Beverly Drive at 1:15p was a traffic nightmare. After looping a few blocks for about 20 minutes, I almost gave up and went home, but my love of Chipotle caused me to keep driving – and I’m glad I did, for I found a free parking garage right in the center of Beverly Hills (who’d have thought?!). I pulled in and quickly realized that this was a smallest parking garage that I had ever entered. I drove in and the lot curved around in a backward C-shape and…that was it. It was full to the max (no surprise, there were only about 20 spots!). That being the case, I turned around and began to slowly make my way around the curve.

As I did, I saw an impeccably dressed woman walking towards a car that cost more than a Harvard degree. Thrilled to finally be catching a break in this foolish pretense of a parking garage, I called out my window to her in exuberance, “Thank you!” True to her Beverly Hills cultivation, she ignored me completely, raising her nose up conspicuously high in the air, her perfect heels clicking away as she stepped to her millionaire-obile.

Whatever. I was getting a spot!

As I waited for her to get into her car – whose street value could feed half the hungry in LA – I found myself in a predicament. Read the rest of this entry »



I have gone back and forth on how to phrase this entry, because its weirdness level is so high that I have difficulty expressing it. Should I spare no detail? Ought I even bother to form sentences? Should I attempt to omit it entirely? Alas, I cannot see the latter through to completion because this whole blog is about the other-worldliness of LA. Read the rest of this entry »



{October 18, 2011}   The Rules of the Road

LA traffic can feel downright brutal.

But I grew up in socal and am used to the rude drivers, the California waves, and the panic and multiple accidents that invariably ensue when it so much as mists outside.

I’m not the world’s most defensive driver, but I’m quickly making my way up the ranks. I have been particularly annoyed at the way L.A.iens (clever, right?) attempt to defy merging. It ought to work like a zipper – every other car – but rarely do I witness it functioning as it ought. Read the rest of this entry »



Thursday kind of felt like it sucked. It was a long, exhausting day and I was vacillating in my life’s current choices. I was alone in LA, tired, cranky, sore, antsy and hungry (just to name a few). I went to McDonalds to ease my troubled mind and while I was eating I saw a guy who looked near my age and a young boy who I assumed was his son bow their heads and pray over their meal. It kind of made my heart soar. I’m all alone in this new city and to see them pray made me feel connected. So I determined to go up to them and say something. Read the rest of this entry »



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