it’s 6pm on a Friday night and I am sitting and working at the bistro table on my deck overlooking the ocean with some lanterns and a cup of coffee and I’m listening to Melanie’s greatest hits and occasionally people-watching as random neighbors walk along Ashland to main street and i can almost imagine how incredible it was to live here in the 70s. i think there’s still so much of that vibe and that magic that remains in this city, i mean how can there not be when you put creative people in a place where it’s almost always sunny — it’s the land of honey and dreams and colors and promise. i think the thing I love most about LA is that this city was built in the seventies and then it just sort of stuck. and there’s something about LA, something sticky, and it’s like time freezes or doesn’t matter, it’s just stuck, and it makes the rest of us want to get stuck here too.
I figured out what my spirit animal is: A SEAL! Why? DUH! Seals live in the ocean and they like to play tricks and sometimes they love being super social in big groups of friends and a lot of other times they like to hang out by themselves and they really love taking naps on the beach and tanning.