City of Legends

The weather forecast is 101 degrees in the San Fernando Valley today. I’m sitting in the San Fernando Valley, right now, hammering away on this keyboard…

I had a very nice exchange with the girl in the poodle skirt last night. It’s nice to have someone to talk to sometimes, I tend to get too far into my own head and it is a torturous path out.

I was sent a link the other day of a young man’s poetry who lists me as one of his influences. Someone warn this poor boy.

I am going apartment searching with my daughter, Peri, this afternoon. My spur of the moment vacation was well-timed, it seems.

I am actively writing while here, also evaluating aspects for the tour and the new CD. This is me time. Time for me to rebalance and adapt. I met one of the most beautiful woman I have ever seen in my life yesterday. The gentleman in the next hotel room over snores. Loudly, with a whistling finish.

I am, grudgingly, supporting Obama this fall. I like John McCain as a person, but some of his views trouble me. I would have preferred Hillary, but I guess the there’s more ingrained sexism than racism in some elements of our society, and the great dickless-with-dicks masses couldn’t stand the notion of a woman in charge, so when a young man with less experience asked for the promotion, ahead of her, they jumped at the chance. I know a lot of women who are expressing this thought.

It’s ironic, in some ways, Barack’s success is based on exploiting prejudice. I guess in politics, the acquisition of power is more important than what you had to do and who you had to get into bed with to get there. Sounds a lot like a lot of people I know.

It’s going to 101 in the Valley today. I think I already mentioned that.