To make up for missing last Wednesday, here are some photos from last weekend's trip to Los Angeles. We spent Saturday in Venice, which is the coolest town ever and has the craaaaaziest people on the beach. I mean, wow. There are no rules out there. The architecture all over town blew me away. I swear every resident must be either an architect, artist, landscape designer or gourmet chef because every building was beautiful, thoughtfuly landscaped, surrounded by/filled with art and had a bakery or cafe next door. My kind of town. :)
It happened to be really cold the weekend we were there, like 60's and 70's versus Phoenix's 111-116 degrees. Sick. So we soaked it in. Luckily I keep a scarf/blanket/jacket/poncho/down sleeping bag with me at all times, just in case. My scarf came in very handy on the beach and at dinner at the LA pier that evening with old friends of Sam's from Romania. (That is probably the worst-composed sentence ever but I am not pulling out my elementary school English notebooks to figure out how to rewrite it. Forget it. I do that every day at work and I've had enough!)
I know seeing this face makes everyone's day a little better. Hehehehe Here he is, comoara mea, my treasure. He recently pointed out to someone that I only ever ask him how to say things in Romanian when he is allllmost asleep and his brain has to work really hard to translate into his native language. Ah, the burden of being flawlessly bilingual. (Psh, whatever.) I never noticed, but it's true- I do only think to ask Romanian translations when I'm lying in bed, unable to fall asleep for hours and my brain is most open to remembering new data. He, on the other hand, falls alseep instantly unless I am jabbering away. So I am wide awake, eager to learn new phrases and he is too near REM to even understand me in English much less translate. Poor guy. He also just informed me that every morning when he leaves for work I mumble (presumably in my sleep) that he looks really nice, as he kisses me goodbye. Except I am totally coherent every time I say that, but he won't believe me. He just got a week's worth of logoed polo shirts from work, in a variety of pastel colors, and they all look really good on him. I'm used to seeing him leave in some enormous tshirt and ratty jeans so this office job is a fabulous wardrobe upgrade!
You know the saying "Be nice to nerds because someday they'll be your boss"? Despite my years deep in the trenches of nerdiness, it never occured to me that that sentiment could have anything to do with me. My favorite middle school teacher just friended me on Facebook, though, and now I am connected to all of my middle school classmates whom he has also friended and it is just the weirdest thing. Really, are nerds the only ones with ambition or what? Do the popular kids just think they will get through life on looks and their parents' money? I have always been happy-go-lucky enough that I didn't give much thought to the kids who made fun of me in school once I was beyond that, but to look back at them now and see them all single and hairdressers in the same small town, some even living with their parents at 27 is just way too stereotypical! I didn't think that stuff was really true, but I guess maybe stereotypes originate in reality after all. In even the worst job I've had since college, I would have been the one hiring and firing these people. Surreal. And I'm certainly not bitter enough to say it serves them right, but the anthropologist in me desperately wants to understand the worldviews and circumstances that kept them from having or achieving any dreams wilder than Great Clips. And I wonder if they can really be happy with life. Any insight you can provide would be wonderful.
Peace from the beach!
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