March 17th, 2002


(no subject)

I never thought I'd say this, but I don't hate Los Angeles anymore.

As a life-long Northern Californian, I was taught to hate LA, the land of plastic people, traffic jams, bad air, and water stealers. But something's happened over the years. I think the final straw was the amount that SF has changed over the last few years, making me have to question why I live here.

There's something really attractive about a city too big to gentrify, too big to totally know what's going on and with newspapers with actual writers and that don't use the spelling "cigaret".

The last few times I've visited I've tried to picture myself living there. I still couldn't go that far willingly, but I've come to the conclusion that I could if I had to. I used to think that I'd just curl up into a little ball and die.

While I love SF architecture, I also love the '50s/'60s kitsch and deco buildings of LA. I love that people have just built weird shit in their yards and spend money on aesthetics for their businesses (rocket ships, castles, etc.) that probably aren't "justifiable" in a bottom line sense.

And then, I've recently been reading about where SF steals its water from.