16 July 2001
the obligatory weekend -|-
musings of señor prod. -|-
been a while
To my regular visitors (both of you :), I offer my humblest apologies for a profound lack of updates in over 3 weeks. My
LiveJournal has been somewhat
less neglected, being populated with the odd tirade against the IOC, the drama of the little bird,
and the rediscovery of a UCLA favorite of mine, the comic Sinfest.
the obligatory weekend
Friday Evening. Vancouver Joe (Architect Extraordinaire) and I went over to Hide Sushi (pronounced
hih-day, and don't even start with the euphemism jokes), a local sushi restaurant which,
admittedly, is quite lacking in atmosphere in comparison to U-Zen, but the sushi tasted equally
good (mostly), and was, to boot, cheaper. Hide Sushi is on my list now... the albacore was
astonishingly good. After this, I rushed over to Revolutionary Jenny's
Luau. It was a good party, and the party confirmed that I am most engaging when talking about
geeky things... I'm almost even charismatic. But I didn't just say that.
Saturday Morning. I awoke early, again, to practice music with the worship team at my ex-church,
UPC. It was my third and last week as guest musician, this time playing electric guitar. My arms were
aching miserably, because my trainer overworked me on Thursday with the weights. Tomorrow, I will
tell him what's what.
Saturday Afternoon. Practiced with the Million Dollar Gods on our 20 minute set. Fortunately,
MDKane and I didn't have to make the Garden Grove trek to practice, as we found a facility in
Culver City which suits us quite nicely. The set is really coming together. Starting with our
love song Supernova, following with Empire, My America, and closing with Tick Goes the Clock.
Irvine ain't ready for the 'Gods.
Saturday Evening. After the Gods' practice I roved down to Dockweiler State Beach, for what I'm
sure will be the most imagery-intensive portion of the weekend travelogue. I arrived at the
beach (which is just due west and a barely a mile from LAX) at about 6pm. The cloud layer
had come in early in the afternoon, and as soon as I arrived, I was quite pleased by the gloom.
Of course, I wish it were sunnier for my friends' benefits, but you heard no complaints from me.
As I was walking from the distant parking spot to the location where my friends were set up, I
stopped to watch the airplanes take off overhead. One large 757 (I think) flew directly overhead
and disappeared into the clouds quickly. Other, phantom jets took off overhead already lost in
the clouds. I thought to myself, there is a poem in here somewhere, but I haven't found
it yet. Finally, I found my friends south of Lifeguard station 57, huddled around the fire pit.
Offshore perhaps a mile was a cargo ship which, like a strange attractor, kept drawing my eyes
to it. I watched the floodlights on the deck wink on... I was mesmerized.
Folding chair in tow, I arrived and was greeted immediately by Nancy saying she wanted to talk
to me about affirmative action. Spencer (her husband) almost immediately tuned out of that
conversation... We talked a bit about intitutionalized racism, the ineffectiveness
of affluence in minority standardized test scores (I'm still not convinced), and eventually
our conversation fell into the flow of chit-chat that is most easily characterized in parties
where you know everyone there very well and you just haven't seen them in months. Then, with the
final potential option for the evening cancelled earlier, I went home.
Sunday morning. UPC. Played guitar. One phrase from Andy's message struck me, it was on the
theme of humility, but I think it works in other contexts as well: people with talents
are cargo ships; the more we have, the lower we sit in the water.
Sunday afternoon. Downey trip. Brief. Dropped off checks and wished my parents a good trip to
Missouri. When I got back to my apartment, Vancouver Joe was there surfing the net. "Hey," he
said, "Michelle, Daniel, JD and I are planning to see Cats
& Dogs at 5. Wanna go?" I had planned to make the 5.1 mile run that night. Joe asked if he
could tag along, and could I abbreviate the circuit to get there in time. Sure. We went about
4 miles and I took a quick shower, then went to the theater.
Sunday Evening. Watched Cats & Dogs. It was fun and lighthearted entertainment. It wasn't
worth the $9, but catch a matinee if you want to see a fun, silly movie. My favorite line was
said very matter-of-factly and quickly, so fast that I almost missed it: they were going
to see a Soccer game between Uruguay and Chad and a boy said, his voice fading in the distance,
"... I hear he's the best one-legged forward Chad ever had."
After the movie, we went to JD's part-time workplace, Habibi Cafe in Westwood. Good food, but they
charge for soda refills. After this, we went to Diddy Riese to get cookies. Daniel told us that in Germany,
Riese means Giant, and we were trying to determine the etymology of Diddy, and did it have anything
to do with cookies. We finally gave up, but not without traversing a circuitous route in which
we debated Haägen-Dazs and whether it was an American company with an affected European-sounding
name, or a Danish company. The Ayes have it, and I believe it's an American company with a made-up
name. After all this, I returned home.
musings of señor prod.
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