Day XII of the Heliophilic Full Spectrum-Drenched Warm Wind Blowin' the Stars Around Road Trip of Reconsiderations
Silver Lake, CA
I think a matter of thirty degrees Fahrenheit makes all the difference. I've bemoaned how much I hated my life in Los Angeles so many times on this blog that I'm sure most of you wished I'd shut the fuck up already, but this trip has been something of a revelation to me; mainly, that I could easily move back here if the weather was always this nice, and if Tessa would do it with me.
I've noticed a sharp decline in my anxiety rates while being here, so much that I have to remind myself to take the Celexa. In NYC, the Celexa always beckons from the bathroom, saying "I will help you get through tomorrow," but here, it glances up at me with insouciance, barely mentioning that I should take it for consistency's sake.
While driving through the crappiest parts of Hollywood today (roughly Sunset east of Bronson), I actually thought we could spend our winters here, and the summers in Columbia County. The problems are obvious: the movie business here is a nightmare, most people are dum-dums, and I'd definitely miss the intense psychological tte-à-têtes with our New York posse of Lindsay, Dana, Nell, Virginia, Rick, Kim, Liz, Shelagh, Josh, Jessie, Jenny, Jiffer, Jon, Lars, Lasala, the Colins, Blocks, Kellerans, Tobias/Drapers, Arinellas, Bullocks, Grays, and so many more worthy of intellectual worship – not to mention my family. But the environment, the ocean, and the ability to sit outside and write makes this place an attractive fantasy. Not one we'd indulge anytime soon, but it's incredible to me that I'm even considering it.
Today saw us in three very different places: we had brunch with Tessa's friend Veronica (who is going through a very difficult breakup), we watched the Pink House movie with our music supervisor Amy Seidenwurm (happily married in a fabulous home), and had tea with Kathy Eldon (where we met her new beau, who seems like a good egg). Kathy had much news to report of her Dan movie, but most of it was still hush-hush enough to limit my mention here. That's the problem with a blog; diaries can be written with the intention of being discovered posthumously, but this thing can be relentless Googled every second.
Jesus, can you imagine your childhood diary being Googled? Kristin Landis would have known how big a crush I had on her!!! Wow, that would have SUCKED!!!! JUST KIDDING!!!!
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rhts,
ian williams, 6th grade
Posted by at January 2, 2003 8:09 PM