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Every other day, thereabouts, I have this awkward moment where I notice the light in LA around this time of the evening— that sunset light, the light David Lynch talked about (“It was the light that brought everybody to L.A. to make films in the early days”).  And for a split-second I think about that light, one time standing out on a balcony the first year I was here, watching a building on fire in the distance with that light going on, and how it’s not really gotten old at all, how it’s still like “Holy Shit, look at that!  SOMETHING IS HAPPENING" and then… then…
Then, I have this moment, where, like a baboon, like a lesser primate, part of me wants to reach for my computer-phone and take a photo of it using my computer-phone.  WHAT?  What would the point of that be? It’d be one thing if I had a proper camera, but a phone… Like a baboon!  Not even one of those cool baboons who can do sign language; not even like Koko the Gorilla or one of those monkeys who could fly fighter jets in Project X (the Matthew Broderick one, not the teens-getting-tipsy-from-alcohol one).  What the hell am I doing???
It starts with a sunset, and next thing you know, I’m blogging photos of my food at restaurants.  ”I opted to have my quarter pounder WITH cheese.”  Modern living, it’s just all spiritual pitfalls!  It’s just like that old Atari game Pitfall, except, like, spiritual. Also, my sex organs are just like that old Atari game Joust, in that they are both weirdly into ostiriches.  Metaphors…

Every other day, thereabouts, I have this awkward moment where I notice the light in LA around this time of the evening— that sunset light, the light David Lynch talked about (“It was the light that brought everybody to L.A. to make films in the early days”).  And for a split-second I think about that light, one time standing out on a balcony the first year I was here, watching a building on fire in the distance with that light going on, and how it’s not really gotten old at all, how it’s still like “Holy Shit, look at that!  SOMETHING IS HAPPENING" and then… then…

Then, I have this moment, where, like a baboon, like a lesser primate, part of me wants to reach for my computer-phone and take a photo of it using my computer-phone.  WHAT?  What would the point of that be? It’d be one thing if I had a proper camera, but a phone… Like a baboon!  Not even one of those cool baboons who can do sign language; not even like Koko the Gorilla or one of those monkeys who could fly fighter jets in Project X (the Matthew Broderick one, not the teens-getting-tipsy-from-alcohol one).  What the hell am I doing???

It starts with a sunset, and next thing you know, I’m blogging photos of my food at restaurants.  ”I opted to have my quarter pounder WITH cheese.”  Modern living, it’s just all spiritual pitfalls!  It’s just like that old Atari game Pitfall, except, like, spiritual. Also, my sex organs are just like that old Atari game Joust, in that they are both weirdly into ostiriches.  Metaphors…

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