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So I wanted to write over spring break and then I never got around to it, so now while I have a slight break from work if only because I really don't want to start reading journal articles for my research papers I'm going to get some of it down.
No matter what Carla says, living out in the middle of nowhere is not some sublime experience with nature. It's not, I don't care what Thoreau said. The reality of it is that in California, if you go out far enough all you find is cows. I spent most of my spring break in Hemet visiting Martin's family with him, and while the house is significantly nicer and the neighborhood is rather cute and all secluded and such, it would drive me nuts. It was interesting that after we got back on Wednesday I went out to downtown LA on the metro ostensibly to go to the library and pay off that fee I've had forever. It was nice though, because I went to the library, realized I needed to find an ATM and thus went wandering about downtown LA for a bit because although all of the buildings are owned by banks, almost known of them actually contain banks or the xonvenience of ATMs. It made me feel good. How can you not love a city full of random public art with people selling flower arragements from little stalls on the sidewalk? I love the fact that LA takes the time and money to do those little things, even when looking at the stainless steel monstrosity that Disney built it felt nice to know that someone cares about art and music. Carla is convinced that such things aren't necessary for culture and I agree to a certain extent, but I would go nuts anywhere that didn't have accessible theatres. Besides, all of those cookie cutter housing tracts in the middle of no where creep me out, I like living in a city where there are random plaques on things to tell you their history. Mainly because it means that we have and acknowledge a history.
Mind you, I would much rather wander Europe or Mexico that has real history. It's trippy to walk around in Lagos with my abuelita because she points out buildings that are older than this country and then tells me stories about the Revolucion Christera where people had so much faith in their beliefs that they were willing to die for them. London... *sigh* I really need to plan a trip to Europe for my own state of mind.
No matter what Carla says, living out in the middle of nowhere is not some sublime experience with nature. It's not, I don't care what Thoreau said. The reality of it is that in California, if you go out far enough all you find is cows. I spent most of my spring break in Hemet visiting Martin's family with him, and while the house is significantly nicer and the neighborhood is rather cute and all secluded and such, it would drive me nuts. It was interesting that after we got back on Wednesday I went out to downtown LA on the metro ostensibly to go to the library and pay off that fee I've had forever. It was nice though, because I went to the library, realized I needed to find an ATM and thus went wandering about downtown LA for a bit because although all of the buildings are owned by banks, almost known of them actually contain banks or the xonvenience of ATMs. It made me feel good. How can you not love a city full of random public art with people selling flower arragements from little stalls on the sidewalk? I love the fact that LA takes the time and money to do those little things, even when looking at the stainless steel monstrosity that Disney built it felt nice to know that someone cares about art and music. Carla is convinced that such things aren't necessary for culture and I agree to a certain extent, but I would go nuts anywhere that didn't have accessible theatres. Besides, all of those cookie cutter housing tracts in the middle of no where creep me out, I like living in a city where there are random plaques on things to tell you their history. Mainly because it means that we have and acknowledge a history.
Mind you, I would much rather wander Europe or Mexico that has real history. It's trippy to walk around in Lagos with my abuelita because she points out buildings that are older than this country and then tells me stories about the Revolucion Christera where people had so much faith in their beliefs that they were willing to die for them. London... *sigh* I really need to plan a trip to Europe for my own state of mind.