1. Tuesday, October 8, 2002

    ever have one of those mornings? 

    in ice skating in the olympics you’ll hear the announcer say, “this is the most important routine of Michelle Kwan’s life.” or at one of those presidential conventions they say of the nominee, “Bill Clinton is going to have to deliver the speech of his life,” and while sitting on my couch digging around the bottom of a Ruffles bag i would think to myself, good thing i don’t ever have to have any moments like those.

    imagine if this was the most important sentence of my life.


    id rather serve a life sentence.

    well this morning i finished the secret proposal that i have been hinting to all of you about, and my copy of Dreamweaver decided to give out. and here i trusted that Bejing street vendor who sold me the Windows 2000, Dreamweaver 4, and Lord of the Rings Part II “bundle” for $25 .

    dude clearly said that all of the products were “top notch high quality” despite being burned on blank cds that had the remains of AOL 7.0 labels mostly peeled off of them.

    friggin black market. and then Blogger Pro wouldnt update.

    i took a deep breath and walked outside to the perfect los angeles weather, walked back to my desk and got it together.

    this proposal is for my dream job, a career i was born for. a career so good that i refused the armloads of cash that the LA Times Kabul office offered me to roam around afghanistan, pakistan, iraq, and iran and do a man-on-the-street type blog to show the softer side of the war torn area.

    i said, two armloads of cash.

    they said, fine.

    i said four armloads.

    they said, a man only has two arms.

    i said, find a four armed man and fill his arms with cash and i will do it.

    they chuckled and said they’d call me back.

    i dont want to work for the la times in kabul.

    i want to work for you. here in hollywood. my home.

    i told the times that that was exactly their problem. they were so busy trying to tell us what goes on in the world, they forget that we are the world. that hollywood is the center of the universe and that sunset blvd is the mecca that hollywood blvd once was.

    they said, shhh, we’re looking for a four armed man.

    i said, go to hollywood blvd and you’ll find him. you’ll find anyone there. he’ll be at the popeyes ordering some cajun firecracker shrimp and a peice of dried chicken. i said why arent you writing about not only the four armed men of hollywood blvd, but the two armed women and children who are the future of this town?

    i said, why arent you just being a kickass local paper for a town so big and wide that there must be a million stories in this naked city. its the crossroads of the world. its the land that time forgot. its the place where dreams still come true.

    they said we found a three armed man in new mexico, hows that?

    and sometimes i wonder if this really isnt the sentence of my life.