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Severely Misunderstood

Sunday, October 14th, 2001

Severely Misunderstood was playing at the Gig on Melrose Ave. I’ve not been to that strip of Melrose and it looks like some pretty cool things would go down there on a Friday or Saturday or Thursday night. But it was Sunday.

The club was actually really cozy and I could see how it would appeal to musicians. They had a pretty well stocked bar, comfy sofas and drink tables against the walls and a prominent stage with curtains and all.

This was my first time catching Severly Misunderstood. I’m not a big punk rock fan but I have to give it up to Kevin and Bob for putting on a sizzling show.

Crisply clear

Wednesday, February 14th, 2001

It is pretty amazing how quickly things change. LA was very Londonish yesterday as the smokey sky spewed pH 4 rain for almost the entire day, paving the way, I guess, for today’s sunny blue skies and Cupid clouds. Throw in a formation of birds sailing across today’s sky and the view of snow-capped San Gabriel mountains in the background , I was almost tricked into thinking it was fresh air I was breathing.

Desert Rain

Friday, September 22nd, 2000

Rain in LA.

Jeez. Next we’ll have peace in East Timor?

While we’re on the topic of East Timor. The word Timor, translated in the Timorese language Tetum, means “east”… which would ultimately make the name “East Timor” sound a little awkward… don’t you think?

The people of Timor would probably laugh their heads off if they learned that I just claimed rain in LA. “Pfffff! You call that rain?” For a country that gets 1400 mm of rain a year, the 0.005 mm of dampness we got this morning would probably be labelled imposter rain or pussy rain.

And they have a point.

All I know is that I won’t be betting my kidneys that it rained today as I didn’t hear any thunder, see any rain or lightning…. nope…. no pitter, patter, pitter, patter, rumbling sounds in the sky and all that good stuff. All I know is that on the way to work, I could see the bottom of the car in front reflected off the road…. and the air today was so thick with moisture you could catch a water-borne disease by breathing the air. Actually, the air today kinda reminded me of the time I got back from a weekend in St Louis, stepped into my Waugh St. apartment and realized I did not turn off my humidifier before leaving.

I was stubborn at first, refusing to run the windshield wiper on my way to work. I mean, it wasn’t raining. Why use the wiper? Drops continued to accumulate on my windshield to the point it got too thick for me to see. I reluctantly flipped on the wiper. It swung left and it swung right. Now I really couldn’t see shit. Paper mache.

Those of you who know me also know that I wash my car…. ummmm… on average once a year. I normally welcome heavy rain with open arms since it saves me the $5.75 I would have to otherwise spend at the car wash. I do not, however, welcome lethargic, half-hearted rain mainly because it eats into that even coat of silky dust on my car’s skin, leaving its complexion looking like open pores after a cold shower. The way a car is dressed reflects a lot on the owner of the car and today, I had to deal withthe consequences my car looking neither clean nor dirty… as though it were confused… lost… or still in search of its identity.

And to make matters worse, the new rain coat formed an adhesive base that changed my car into a giant piece of scotch tape, vulnerable to everything in its path. I think I’ll adopt a highway.