Friday, July 14, 2006
naked old guys
That title should get some interesting google hits on this blog.
Some things that bother me about California:
- You can be innocently sitting at an intersection waiting for the light to change, when before your eyes appears an 80-year-old man riding a bicycle through the crosswalk. In shorts. In very, very SHORT shorts. (My eyes! My eyes!) And the scariest thing—his legs are so tan, you know he’s always wearing them.
- The garbage. It’s everywhere. I realize there are a lot of people here, and they generate a lot of trash. But come on. Is it necessary to leave your big gulp cup on a bush rather than holding on to it until you come across a trash can? (Saw a teenager do this yesterday.) Most of that trash ends up in the ocean, you know.
- The cigarette butts. What makes smokers think tossing a cigarette butt on the ground is ok? I see them do it on the freeway. In my apartment complex. Outside clubs. Do they think the butts just disintegrate in the rain eventually? Do you know how often it rains here? About once a year! Most of that stuff ends up in the ocean, you know. (When it does rain.)
Some things I like about California:
- Cell phone towers. But not just any cell phone towers. They disguise them here. Or at least, a lot of them. They make them look like trees. Palms or pines. It’s craziness. You don’t notice them at all, can drive past one everyday and never pick up on it, until someone points it out. Then suddenly you can’t believe that you’ve never noticed this entirely FAKE tree that you’ve been past a billion times. If I ever have tons of time on my hands, I’m going to drive around and take pictures of a bunch. Here’s an example of one in Garden Grove. (I didn’t take that picture)
- Small-town feel. There are so many people packed into such a small space here that you can go to the grocery store, a fast food place, a nice restaurant, the bank, whatever—and see someone you know. Everyone in the neighborhood just goes to the same places. My daughter came grocery shopping with me last week and saw four different people that she knew there. It’s funny.
Oh, and this:
