Notes from day two in LA
* This morning, Matt was telling me that, in the eight years since he and Emmanuelle moved to LA for keeps, he’s only felt fear for his personal safety once (and with no incident, as it turned out). They’ve had their car break down twice in Compton, and both times were overwhelmed by the people who came out of their homes, offering help, food, drink, and support. I said that this struck me as a very Midwestern response, and Matt told me that a lot of this area was actually settled by Midwesterners a few generations ago. So that makes sense.
* Dinner was good. The Oscars…less so. Actually, dinner was nothing that special, but I really enjoyed cooking for Cathy.
* Point of discussion: If you own a toy collection worth thousands, should we feel sorry for you when you complain about how health insurance is too expensive for you to find it worth purchasing (even though you’ll still bitch when you get sick and have to pay for medical attention)? Cathy and I think not, in case you wondered.
UPDATE: Matt pretty much nails it here:
Here’s the deal — I live in East Hollywood. I do not like that Bush fellow. I’m worried about Global Warming. I really liked An Inconvenient Truth (except for the horror bits where Robot Al whispering his haunted memories about some river, his son, Katherine Harris, whatever). I’m really happy that lesbians rock the mic and get married and make babies with evil David Crosby’s sperm; I’m on that team (well, not David Crosby’s, but you get the point). But watching these people congratulate each other for their enlightened views, their activism, their spreading of “awareness,” kinda makes me want to do one-handed pushups with Brent Bozell, or at least lick my hand & slap that Guggenheim kid on the back of his Gore-loving neck.