2003-11-17 22:08:28 ET

I had a wonderful time walking around Long Beach tonight. I went to get some toothpaste from Rite-Aid, and wound up going on an epic journey that lasted over two hours.

I couldn't help but feast my eyes on all the delicious little houses that people have here, as well as all the interesting duplexes and complexes. Everything is so economically spaced here, so close together, so cozy.

At the pinacle of my walk, I found myself atop a forbidden hill where only enourmous water tanks are supposed to be, and discovered a wonderful spot where one can see an entire panoramic view of the city of Long Beach. I'm definately going to invite a friend there one night. It is a sight not to be kept private.

It feels better to be moving.


I'm reading a lot of Carl Jung right now and it's blowin' the dome. His approach to the subconcious world is so revitalizing. I think about what he talks about when I'm out and about and it makes me feel 100% comfortable with my environment. I likes it.

2003-11-18 14:05:35 ET

I wish my father'd understand the coziness of isolated dwellings. Last week when he was driving me home, he commented on how small the front yards are for all these town houses (meaning it as an offense to their low-class lifestyle). I personally don't give two fucks about how nice his new place is, I am not living in his hollow mansion up in the shanties.

Then another unrelated note: one of the houses my dad looked at last month (that was on sale really cheap) is on top of a hill. All the fancy houses on that street has this gigantic municipal water tank in front of their front door, blocking out the evening sun every night.

2003-11-19 04:19:07 ET

That sounds like a nice journey; I love unexpected excursions that make me notice and experience my neighborhood in new and exciting ways. I remember once about 3 1/2 years ago, I was going to pick up my guitar that was being fixed and because I was still fairly new to Chicago, I thought it was within walking distance. It turned out to be a good hour and a half walk from where I lived, so I went on this mad odyssey to find this shop. It took me through neighborhoods I had never planned to go, but it was really a fun journey. And to make is especially poetic, once I finally arrived at the shop, it was closed.
You know what used to be prevailent in California that I am pretty sure isn't now? Those random, untouched pieces of land that sort of become unspoken parks for the locals. When I was growing up, there were many of these areas in my town and the towns around mine, full of beaten paths, mini canyons, creeks, variaties of trees and wildlife; it sort of reminded me of Lord of the Rings (hahhaha, NERD!). I used to ride my horse thorugh these areas or go on adventures with my friends; whata blast. Of course, most of these places have been turned into fully sterilized parks now. Such a shame.

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