Hollywood has glitter in the asphalt.
Not kidding.
Hollywood has cars so rare they don't use advertising. Even the homeless lady wears sequins.
Yellow traffic lights are optional. Red are time to start thinking about stopping. They snap pictures of you running stoplights and mail you the ticket. Hollywood has drivers with their windows rolled down all year.
6th Street is a surprisingly curvy street, but so is Sunset Blvd.. We are surrounded by accommodating hills. The gigantic grifith park. There is always something in bloom stinking up Hollywood.
In Hollywood, I have personally picked AND eaten: figs, carob, passion fruit, kumquat, date, banana, tangerine, orange, lemon, unidentified citrus, grape, pomegranate and avocado from the sidewalk, oh my gob.
Hollywood has the best drum and bass club I have ever been to. People don't smoke cigarettes inside, but they smoke herb openly on the patio. People know how to dance in Hollywood. They know how to dress up. They know how to look alive.
I like Hollywood. House plants grow all year round and the Sun sets in the west - over the ocean. I watch the Sun set almost every nite. There are a so many things I love about the United States' second largest city.
Unconditionally Hollywood
Hollywood, CA
Hollywood, CA
August 28, 2006
3 Comments:
I cannae stand SoCal :) Give me my Bay any day.
BTW, in Berkeley they've made a law that doesn't allow smoking within 20 feet of any business entrance and posession of herb (in moderate amounts) has been decriminalized. People smoke openly in the parks. I don't, but I support those who do :)
And you haven't been to a bonfire until it's on Ocean or Canon beaches.
Of course... I live on an island, and I can't tell you how great it is and what a weird feeling it is to be right smack in the middle of two of the largest cities in the world, but still be in a small town and completely surronded by water.
At any rate...
I was wondering... Have you seen this electric sports car called the Tesla?
100% electric, 0-60 in 4 seconds, 250 miles/charge. It's the car Detroit wants you to think can't exist... and yet... it does...
http://teslamotors.com/
If I get stupidly rich within the next 2 years, I'm going to buy one and do donuts on the White House lawn.
Boston has waves in the sidewalks.
Literal ROLLING waves.
You have to pay attention while you're walking for the first year you live here.
Boston Drivers (Mass-holes) don't care about getting where they're going first, they just care about keeping you from getting there first.
And turning on your blinker means, "Hey, Guy behind me! Hurry up and move into my blind-spot!"
In Boston, I've personally picked and eaten apples... Yeah. Apples. That's... it.
That's the wonderful thing about being a gyspy (I haven't paid rent in six years): just because I love one city, dosen't mean I prefer it over any other location. I can find the good in every city because I know the trick of not confusing it with myself! I lived and performed in STOMP in San Fran for eight months and you are right; I, too, left my heart there.
I lived in the Susnet and could walk to the moody ocean in 20 min or Golden Gate Park in 15. I loved the fog and the lay of the land. I adored the nude beach and the Taylor St. warehouse parties. I felt respected as an artist and encouraged to self express. I could go wine tasting at Robert Mondavi vineyards and hike Mendicino's craigs or even the red woods in a day trip. What's not to like about SF!?
And Boston ... lots of bicycles there:-)
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