In LA there’s a “season” called June gloom, which is basically cloudy days with cool temperatures. For locals the lack of constant sun can turn someone into a depressed person, as if they are severely deficient in Vitamin D and moping about as if the world is ending.
Personally, I love the June gloom. The temps are comfortable enough to leave windows open and the clouds keep the sun from frying my skin. The sun in SoCal is rather intense.
Yet, like the rest of this year, it’s been abnormal weather, for good (with the extra rain) and maybe bad (a sunny, hot June). Perhaps this year will simply not be normal.
This makes me want to go to a cloudy and cool place. Maybe Portland? It’s on my list of places to go.
I also randomly want to eat a lot of wheat products like ramen noodles, croissants, and bread. I also want to go to Paris but I think it’s actually hot there too.
But honestly, I am in the best place to be right now. I love LA.
I watched the rest of the first season of The Grand Tour on Amazon Prime. When the show originally premiered I watched the first couple episodes and thought it was terrible, which is terrible to say about these three brilliant car freaks. I stopped watching.
Then, after I saw a news story of one of the hosts getting into a serious but non life-threatening accident, I decided to watch another episode. Turns out the show gets better towards the end. It’s still got parts I really don’t care for or are completely stupid, but overall I’m a fan again.
There’s a Netflix documentary series called “Chef’s Table” that is really an indulgence to watch. So much tasty food in high definition. The story for each chef is unique and some are just wild. To really want to be a chef takes a real love for the craft. It boggles me how each person is willing to just be in a kitchen for that long! I only prefer eating the food.
I watched the episode on Ivan Orkin and his ramen story. At first I thought this did not fit in the Chef’s Table caliber of chefs, most of whom have Michelin stars and very expensive restaurants. But he has a really good story and apparently his ramen is so good that he was popular in Japan. To be legit with ramen in Japan is probably the best indicator of the real deal.
Anyway, it just made me hungry for ramen. Unfortunately, I can’t eat it these days with my wheat problem, so I make my own homemade, nothing-like-ramen ramen using brown rice ramen from Costco. It’s good enough for me, even if it doesn’t have the rich umami of the broth or the yummy pieces of pork belly or any of the garnishes. Well, it isn’t good enough, but it’ll have to do for now while I eat my nothing-like-ramen ramen and watch Chef’s Table.
Today I walked into Buffalo Exchange with bag of clothes, hoping to get something for things I haven’t worn in a long time. There was a line, with mostly skater guys, which surprised me, but maybe it shouldn’t since it’s LA and skaters + fashion is a real thing. I wondered if anything from my closet would be considered trendy enough for the store.
Turns out only a few items were, mostly plaid and striped shirts, and I now had store credit. I browsed and found two pairs of designer jeans that would be $100-200 each brand new that I got with store credit and only paid 12 bucks for. It seemed like a good trade off. Jeans I would never buy with their huge price tag I now own and am becoming more trendy than ever. Who am I?
A theme that I’ve noticed in myself and some of my friends in conversation is the thought of running away. Just getting out of the car, just leaving the house, just leaving the country. All because of the same thing: not liking the present situation for whatever very deep and difficult reason(s).
It’s comforting to run away. It’s fun to run away. It’s great to not deal with whatever we don’t want to deal with. But now is the time where running away isn’t an option anymore. There’s too much to leave behind, too much that would fall apart if we left. So, now we have to change, we have to mature, we have to grow.
But growing up hurts. Growing pains are real. I think you never really grow out of growing pains.
However, I do plan to run away to a U2 concert. I have previously said that I wasn’t interested in going to the see the Joshua Tree tour, and while I am not as interested in this tour as the previous tour, it’s hard to say no to these guys. Actually, it’s hard for me to say no to their screens. I love their visuals, and screens have played a huge part since Achtung Baby.
And there’s some irony in it, of course. The original Joshua Tree tour was all old-school, with just lights and smoke or something. No screens. The complex technology of today didn’t exist back then, so back in the 90’s using lots of bulky TVs to make one big collage was what they did for Achtung Baby and that was considered groundbreaking.
This time, Joshua Tree at 30 looks like it has an old-school screen in the sense it’s only one large flat panel on one axis, but it looks SO GOOD. I think it’s maybe 4K or 8K resolution, so it’s going to be immersive. And that’s what I love so much about U2 shows. That’s why I gotta go.
I’ve recently started reading “Bird by Bird” by Anne Lamott. It’s about writing. And everything she says is true, fortunately and unfortunately.
Today, instead of writing something important, I’m writing about a book on writing, and not even really writing about it, just mentioning it.
I’ll also mention the U2 Joshua Tree tour starts tomorrow. While I’m not as excited about this tour as their previous tours, I am very curious about the show and set list. If it surprises me, then I might be tempted to buy an overpriced resale ticket and go.
This has been a long couple weeks for me as I have been supporting a friend who has been waiting on an offer from the perfect job. The interview went well, there was good vibes, even cool dreams about the job, but since the interview there was a lot of silence.
In the waiting so much can go on inside the head. I was wondering what was happening. I even had a dream where my friend had the job already! So, was it all in vain?
Feelings: we have them whether or not we want to admit it. I have feelings. Ewww.
But here’s what I’m feeling today: I feel like a dam is about to burst. A river of good things are waiting to wash over my world, and I need it bad because my allergies are acting up with all the blooming plants and pollen blown about by the windy wind.
I watched the live-action version of “Beauty and the Beast” last night and it was alright. Maybe because I’m a little jaded or perhaps I’m more perceptive now than when I was a little kid watching the Disney animated film, but I found it hard to believe that Belle fell for the beast because he was a bookworm. Maybe she fell in love with his library of books.
I’m working with an interior designer based in Santa Monica named Shay. She’s got me on board to write for her website. It’s the beginning of an adventure talking about the how and what the studio will look like. In some ways it’s all ironic to me, and my brain has been fatigued by allergens bombarding the air since the region is in a huge super bloom season.
This has resulted in tons of pretty flowers, lots of greenery, and lots of stuff in the air that hasn’t been around in this intensity for a long time. Basically, it’s allergy hell with colorful flora. Note my Instagram feed!
Well, I’ve been wracking my brain trying to find the words I need to write. I know they will come but it’s hidden in a secret well. I know the where it is; it’s just a matter of digging it up. And it’s a long, hard dig.
I’m gonna be a bit mystical today and talk about not sleeping much lately. The restlessness is on the subconscious level and at first it bothered me. It still bothers me, but at least I know that the restlessness is a sign of good, not bad. Something is brewing in the unseen world that’s just ready to be poured out like a fine red wine.
The cool thing is that I see other friends who are also restless: literally not sleeping well. While it could be due to natural factors like stress or busyness, I sense that they are restless on the inside because they know something good is about to happen.
Take a shower after weeding a garden, even if you don’t sweat or get dirty. Because weeds have pollen and will make your evening not as fun.
Really don’t go to a restaurant that has less than a few hundred reviews, because you don’t know what you’re going to get, even if those 100+ reviews give 4.5 stars. It’s a crapshoot.