Marie Javins's Blog, page 78

We Win Again!

My vote put it over the edge!


Of course, the same day this happened, I concluded I could get a $500k house in Burbank for the same as a $300k house back home, due to property taxes, but hey, it's either going to the bank or the municipality. (shrugs.) 

Things You Don't Need

Really?

A Perfect Afternoon

Just off the plane at LAX.

We now begin the part of the year when I stop complaining about living in Los Angeles.

Don't worry. I'll complain extra in the spring to make it up to you.

Top of Class

It is said that getting upgraded on the first day of the new year means good luck. 

Building Bridges

I was upgraded (yay!) on first day of the year, which is always great, even though it only seems to happen when I don't desperately need it.

I kicked up my feet and watched out the window as the plane left Newark.

Good-bye to 2016

My first act of the new year was—again—to get on a plane from Newark to LA.

2016 offered us a glimpse of distant mortality, creeping closer over the coming years, if we can get through the immediate problem of our naive media and tech unsophistication having left us susceptible to economic or nuclear collapse.

I've  had a good run in my adult life, followed every dream and then some, metaphorically seen the fire off the shoulder of Orion, and yet here I am, same spot we're all in.

Only mine is at the airport, so has a plastic knife.

May we get smarter as a species, grieve in segments rather than in a giant wave as in 2016, as icons left us in a herd.

Happy 2017. The bar is low. We can do this.

Little Studio

So ends 2016, after nearly a whole year down of working on the little studio, bit by bit, getting a little better every time I go home. Maybe it'll be finished by the time I get to use it, years from now.

The last photo shows the Ikea wire BBF strung up in the wet room, to keep the shower from dousing the bathroom door and toilet every time it's used. That seems like a reasonable metaphor for life. Try to keep the spray from destroying everything around it.

Foggy Memories

BBF and I had to walk down to the hardware store this morning. We always pass this on the way.

I'm sure this is where AAA took my then-BF Rick's Buick or whatever it was in 1988 when the starter clonked out while he was staying with me on 5th Street in JC. Maybe it wasn't a Buick. It was a classic 70s car, blue. I remember this decor, as it's memorable, and I remember it being in a rough part of town, which I guess to my 22-year-old eyes, Garfield would've been at the time. But I thought the garage was called Ray's. This is definitely not Ray's.

I guess I'm not that sure what it was called, and maybe it wasn't even this place. 1988 is a long time ago, and memory is a funny thing.

Oculus Among Us

The Oculus at night.

Touristing the Woolworth Building

Some years back, I passed this sign and thought how obnoxious.

But then while I was procrastinating online, I found the link to tours. I immediately booked one. I'd get to go "beyond this point," finally! 
The tour is worth your time. Here's a look inside.