Thursday, November 17, 2005

NOW it is Thursday.

Last night I was convinced it was a Thursday, the well-known and established WORST day of the week for the evening commute in Los Angeles. I had to do hardcore lanesplitting the entire way home. Usually ya get a break somewhere along the way, but not last night! (Silly me, I hadn't checked the events calendar for the Sporting Arena (bleh) before leaving the office. Oh yes, now I see, there was a lakers v. knicks game. Crap.) An hour after leaving my office I was finaly home, hands still vibrating. My sweet darling boyfriend administered an icy cold martini and the filler episode of "Lost" and my sanity gradually returned.

This morning I took the 7th street option and, again, rode past the lake in MacArthur Park. Let me tell you: it stinks. I'm not sure I can describe it. It's essence de swamp. I wondered if I should call the city. Somebody should look into it. Maybe we can harvest new medicines from whatever the biological source is.

And last but not least, something lovely happened this morning on my commute. I was moving between two lanes of stopped vehicles somewhere before Commodore Sloat Street, when I was blocked by a pair of SUVs who were a little too close for me to get through. I stopped, content to wait a couple of cars back from the stoplight. Just then the woman at the wheel of the SUV on my right reached out of her window and folded in her driver's side mirror, allowing me to pass by. I thanked her and smiled and she smiled warmly back. The small, unexpected courtesy of a stranger can make you forget - for a moment - the frustrations of hell-ay traffic.

Wednesday, November 16, 2005

Girl! You so crazay...

That's what Doris the Operator here at work would say. And no one says it better.

Sorry for my absence, people (or more likely, "person"). To cheer you up, please check out one of my absolute favorite bloggers. The topmost entry is brief but totally sui generis.

More later.