I love LA!
A maid comes to our house every alternate Wednesday, robs my roommate and me of 60$ each, and leaves a spotlessly cleaned house behind.
I love coming home on Wednesdays.
I am caught in a flux of LA's high culture life, involving impromptu trips to nearby places on weekends, watching movies, mostly revivals, with odd ball past-weekend releases in between, if I could manage time, reading New Yorker stories, and Sunday NYTimes (Sitting in LA, I read NY-centric magazines), the recipes on the end section of Sunday Magazine, the food chit-chat that goes with it, other gastronomical delights (sun dried tomatoes - yum yum!), thoughts about next Big Travel (Istanbul? Prague? Buenos Aires - only cities, not countries).. the list goes on.
With Fall, the activities gathered momentum. "Prison Break" Mondays with The Big Bang Theory, studying Music Theory for morning classes on Mondays and Wednesdays, doing loads of homework for Wednesday's Principles of Economics class, scrambling to take good photographs for the Photography assignments, thinking about getting "Chicken Madras" (I kid you not) from Whole Foods (Whole Foods simplifies the naming - any south Indian dish is named "X Madras") on Thursday nights, and beers on Friday nights at Westwood Brewery (Hoegaarden on Tap, the current favourite), and exploring new food places (Reuben sandwich - where do I get the best one? What about French dip sandwich? Philippes - I am itching to go there), and decadent Sundays with typical LA fare - "swearing is cool" Entourage and Showtime's "I too can do that" Californication.
More TV: How I met your mother, House MD (blazing through season one, wink wink beatzo), Dexter (3rd season just premiered), Iconoclasts, Live From Abbey Road, Weeds. So much TV, no wonder people envison dystopic 1984s. I'm slowly turning into a couchpotato, not so very different from the one addicted to saas-bahu serials.
I'm glad I haven't caught on Bill Maher and others.
I love coming home on Wednesdays.
I am caught in a flux of LA's high culture life, involving impromptu trips to nearby places on weekends, watching movies, mostly revivals, with odd ball past-weekend releases in between, if I could manage time, reading New Yorker stories, and Sunday NYTimes (Sitting in LA, I read NY-centric magazines), the recipes on the end section of Sunday Magazine, the food chit-chat that goes with it, other gastronomical delights (sun dried tomatoes - yum yum!), thoughts about next Big Travel (Istanbul? Prague? Buenos Aires - only cities, not countries).. the list goes on.
With Fall, the activities gathered momentum. "Prison Break" Mondays with The Big Bang Theory, studying Music Theory for morning classes on Mondays and Wednesdays, doing loads of homework for Wednesday's Principles of Economics class, scrambling to take good photographs for the Photography assignments, thinking about getting "Chicken Madras" (I kid you not) from Whole Foods (Whole Foods simplifies the naming - any south Indian dish is named "X Madras") on Thursday nights, and beers on Friday nights at Westwood Brewery (Hoegaarden on Tap, the current favourite), and exploring new food places (Reuben sandwich - where do I get the best one? What about French dip sandwich? Philippes - I am itching to go there), and decadent Sundays with typical LA fare - "swearing is cool" Entourage and Showtime's "I too can do that" Californication.
More TV: How I met your mother, House MD (blazing through season one, wink wink beatzo), Dexter (3rd season just premiered), Iconoclasts, Live From Abbey Road, Weeds. So much TV, no wonder people envison dystopic 1984s. I'm slowly turning into a couchpotato, not so very different from the one addicted to saas-bahu serials.
I'm glad I haven't caught on Bill Maher and others.