The End of Times

The End of Times

I spent the better part of today--and the past few days--getting completely soaked. I decided to walk around town today knowing that it was supposed to rain hard again today. It's amazing how many people you meet when you're forced to enter random places to shelter one's self. I got friendly with one particular gas station attendant when I stepped in for a moment that stretched to about 45 minutes while I waited out the storm.

In LA, when it rains--especially as it's been raining now--it's fucking Biblical. The city simply isn't equipped to deal with any kind of precipitation. I saw a guy get into a wreck the other day making a simple right turn...in no traffic. Sewers back up. Highways flood. People stay indoors. It's unbelieveable, and after six solid months of sunshine it feels like it's been raining for months.

I spent a good portion of today waiting for friends to arrive at a restaurant because they were stuck in rain-related traffic. Really this just meant I stared out the window at a Starbucks across the street for about an hour. As cool as rainy Sundays are in general, it's even cooler when you get to listen to your headphones, drink some coffee and people watch at the same time.

After the late lunch, we went to watch White Noise. It had one of the most ambiguous endings I've ever seen. It's one thing for a film to leave something open-ended, up to the viewer to choose his or her own ending. It's another for the climax and denouement to be a nonsensical non sequitur. Meh.

In other news, Jay-Z's The Black Album is awesome. Thought you might like to know.

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