Santa Monica in the wintertime

Friday, December 15
I think I may have passed Greek, which would be nice. Spent the afternoon in Santa Monica. Must have stood on the pier for a good half an hour staring out over the fishing rods and past the buoys. It was mostly grey and cloudy, except for a patch due west where the sun was over the water. It was beautiful.

Some Guy: Excuse me. Does you watch also say it’s ten till four?
Me: *checks watch* Yes.
Some Guy: Thanks. Are you from Europe?
Me: ... No.

From which I think I have to conclude that it’s not the hat, it’s the coat. I thought it was the hat, when that guy in the taqueria at MIT asked if I was French, but I was wearing the coat that day too. (Remember? It was when we went to see Star Wars: The Musical, which is much funnier in hindsight now that I’ve seen Into the Woods.)
( A whole lot of backdated Ye Olde stuff, and some new stuff )

Monday, January 1, 2007
Things I am going to do the minute I get back to LA (in probable order of importance):
1. Clean my face with my five-step facial cleanser kit. Use all five steps. There is a reason I hate air travel, and it’s not the parody of national security that's going around yelling at people and not providing free quart-sized plastic bags.
( The rest of the list... )

And now I am signing off, for there is makeshift dinner to prepare, and stuff from the library to watch. I have Monty Python and the Holy Grail, An Ideal Husband, and the first disc of Cowboy Bebop. Some days I really love LA. And I think it might rain.

Santa Monica in the wintertime

Friday, December 15
I think I may have passed Greek, which would be nice. Spent the afternoon in Santa Monica. Must have stood on the pier for a good half an hour staring out over the fishing rods and past the buoys. It was mostly grey and cloudy, except for a patch due west where the sun was over the water. It was beautiful.

Some Guy: Excuse me. Does you watch also say it’s ten till four?
Me: *checks watch* Yes.
Some Guy: Thanks. Are you from Europe?
Me: ... No.

From which I think I have to conclude that it’s not the hat, it’s the coat. I thought it was the hat, when that guy in the taqueria at MIT asked if I was French, but I was wearing the coat that day too. (Remember? It was when we went to see Star Wars: The Musical, which is much funnier in hindsight now that I’ve seen Into the Woods.)
( A whole lot of backdated Ye Olde stuff, and some new stuff )

Monday, January 1, 2007
Things I am going to do the minute I get back to LA (in probable order of importance):
1. Clean my face with my five-step facial cleanser kit. Use all five steps. There is a reason I hate air travel, and it’s not the parody of national security that's going around yelling at people and not providing free quart-sized plastic bags.
( The rest of the list... )

And now I am signing off, for there is makeshift dinner to prepare, and stuff from the library to watch. I have Monty Python and the Holy Grail, An Ideal Husband, and the first disc of Cowboy Bebop. Some days I really love LA. And I think it might rain.