It’s not that I dislike football. I simply don’t care. I can barely fathom caring. The concept of scheduling my day around what a few dozen men decide to do on a field two time zones away confounds me.
The road turns abruptly away from suburban strip malls and crowded freeways. It’s so short a drive you barely noticed you passed the last gas station for miles until after it happens. One second you’re at Calabasas High School, wondering how kids even get to this school so far up in the…
They tell me to meet them at the mediocre Mexican restaurant someone mentioned yesterday. But, trying to find just one specific mediocre Mexican place on this strip of restaurants and shops is a bit like trying to find just one specific…
The Vail Lake Resort in Temecula is an obstacle course racing hub now that obstacle course racing is popular enough to need a hub. Last month, the dry fields and thorny hills hosted a Spartan Race. Next month it will be home to Tough Mudder. Today, the optimistically dubbed “resort” is…
I’ll get up in an hour and run.
In just ten more minutes.
Right after work, I’ll run right after work. It’s too late now to make it there on time.
It is a gray day. Everything is gray. The couch is gray. Through the window, the cold sky looks gray. But, it’s hard to tell. With so many fireplaces smoking, even the air is gray and fuzzy. Perhaps, beyond that, the clouds really are white.
My ears hurt.
The sound of the wind as it sweeps over the car is so loud that it seems to fill the inside and shake the windows. For five hours, I’ve simply been turning up the volume on the radio. But now my ears hurt.
Where is everyone going? They’re always going somewhere. The streets are always full.
Yes, the Angelenos will tell you, but they are more full right now. They’re most full at 6 p.m. on a Friday — the string of brake lights stretching for forever.
People use the phrase ‘a sea of people’ too easily. It is not meant to describe just any crowd. A sea is not a small pond, calm and staid. A sea has its own life and power. A sea goes on and on, angry and writhing one second, pushing against itself the next.