I'm in a love affair without a love song
June gloom and I are getting along quite well.

It's not quite Portlandy (simply because of the amount of street-traffic noise I get echoed at me from the cloud cover. For the third morning in a row, I could hear kids at the elementary school five blocks away.) But it is pleasant, and helps fill a little of that tiny hole in my heart that says "You'd be happy in Portland right now." Which isn't to say that I'm at all unhappy with LA, I think I just belong to/in both cities. Not quite a transcontinental divide, but close.

I feel like I have nothing of relevance to put in here. Which I don't think is true. There's plenty that I have wanted to post about, I just don't take the time to sit down and do it. And so I feel like, whomever I only communicate with via LJ is now missing giant chunks of my life. Not that they would miss it, per se... but I miss sharing it with them.

I also feel abstractly busy. Not ACTUALLY busy... just somehow quickly passing time in a constant manner without accomplishing anything of substance and then wondering where the hell the day or week went.

Last night was probably one of the better conversations I'd had in a while, but it was via text, and therefore shortened and stunted. I miss sitting in diners at 3am with people and talking about the complexities of human existence and interactions.

I love diners.

I miss people who I feel that I should be making more efforts to hang out with, but when I try to think of a good reason to hang out with them, I can't come up with one. Not in that there is no good reason but in that *I* personally can't think of something interesting that I could invite them to do that they would want to do, find rewarding socially, or more importantly find of interest to them. And I'm really all about the interesting outtings. If I can't come up with any, I'm not sure what to do with myself :-\

I wrote to the LA Conservancy pleading my case for reduced price student memberships and got a kind letter about how they appreciated my insight and would forward my suggestion to the head of the membership committee or what have you. My former professor had urged me to state my case to them after I saw her at Last Remaining Seats. She also invited me on a walking tour when she returns from her month-long research trip. I'm (nerdily) excited about that because I find her to be an exceptionally fascinating person... and I love Los Angeles walking tours.

I've been meaning to make a post of pictures from a hike Cait and I went on over a month ago now, because it was awesome, but I always feel the urge to lay those sorts of posts out in detail. I want you to feel like you came on the hike with us. And it must also be of narrative interest. So... not having a computer for a while and now (possibly) missing a good portion of my pictures, I'm not sure when I'll do that. If ever. Yet another photoset of an adventure that I won't end up sharing that is thus only a memory between me and whoever joined me. Like that time Kim and I broke into Angel's Flight.

I feel like I just keep collecting these tiny bits of interesting life-happenings but am not sure where to pour them back out to, creatively. Part of me wants to write a "night-happenings and night walking-tours of LA" book thingie. But then I say to myself "You've been to Central Library. Almost half the history section is just books about LA and people's different takes on it." Why the stairwells are special. Why we're all superficial. Supernatural happenings. Houses of Movie Stars. And a bunch of other stuff that most people don't read or really care about. So why would my thoughts be of any interest at all?

I've now gone six consecutive paragraphs beginning with "I" and so I'll have to stop now because, even though this is my journal, that just seems a little too egocentric.