January 22, 2006

Perfect Sunday Reading

Sheila visits Los Angeles and, Sheila-like, immediately sets to having adventures. Start here for the first part and keep going. I love Sheila's travelogues--having adventures is a knack, a talent, a gift. People either have it or they don't. I don't really have that knack and even if I did, I doubt I could write about my experiences so evocatively.

She definitely has my sympathy on driving in L.A. I just have to ask: Los Angeles, what is wrong with you? When I was trapped in Culver City for 2-1/2 weeks on a job years ago, I put off renting a car of my own, even though it meant being subject to the schedule and whims of the one guy in our party who had rented one, for over a week. I just couldn't nerve myself to drive there. I've often said that Dallas drivers are (in no particular order) rude, stupid, and way too speedy--but Los Angeles drivers make the Dallas ones look genteel by contrast. L.A. drivers are Dallas drivers turned up to 11. Did I say 11? I meant 11 factorial.

I was talking with the boyfriend the other night about the one thing I've decided I'd do if I were insanely wealthy: I'd start a publishing house and not care if it lost money (but of course I like to think that it wouldn't), and I'd pay all the talented people I could find on the web to do just what they do already, but in print. I'd pay this guy to write goofy girl-sleuth parodies. I'd pay this woman to write scholarly articles on feminism. I'd pay this woman to write about Israel. And I'd say, "Here, Sheila--here's a million or two--go to the Caucusus. Have adventures. And tell us all about those crazy Armenians when you get back."

Wouldn't it be fun to have your own publishing company? I think it would be fantastic.

UPDATE: As is usual for me when I do up a post that singles out some people I read but not ALL the people I read, I have immediately been flattened by guilt. So just assume that you, too, are part of my imaginary publishing company. And you get to write about whatever you want to, whether that's the scourge known as fucking graphing calculators or science fiction and fantasy or moving tales of personal growth or whatever. Okay? You're all in on this deal, I swear. Now to become insanely wealthy!

Posted by Ilyka at January 22, 2006 01:12 PM in hell is other people

Just this afternoon, I got an email telling me in explicit detail how to get insanely rich overnight. I'll forward it to you since you already have a plan for your instant wealth. My instant wealth can wait.

Posted by: Rob at January 22, 2006 01:51 PM

Sure, I'm the pity choice that came from guilt! [snorfle]

Just for future reference, never feel guilty on my behalf. Cus then I feel guilty, and it just gets pathetic from there :)

Posted by: Ith at January 22, 2006 04:13 PM

I'm so glad you said "Okay?". If you'd have said "M'kay", I'd have had to leave you.

Posted by: Rob at January 22, 2006 04:20 PM
If you'd have said "M'kay"

I hate, hate, HATE "M'kay!" It has such a smarmy sound to it! I cannot stand that expression and to the best of my knowledge I have never used it. And I do so solemnly swear now that I never will. Oh man, I'm so glad it's not just me who hates that one. It needs to die immediately.

Posted by: ilyka at January 22, 2006 04:56 PM


Now I'm having serious Mr. Mackey flashback. Must go watch South Park reruns...

Posted by: Lesley at January 22, 2006 05:06 PM