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I've forgotten that the shift key doesn't work on my laptop. The inability to use parentheses, upon which I know I abuse but love anyway, is starting to drive me crazy. No colons either, nor question marks. I'm seriously tempted to spring...except that I have no idea how to get to any store that sells wireless keyboards without getting a cab. I'm pretty much out of electrical outlets on my side of the room, anyway.
Speaking of cabs, if you have to befriend anyone in LA, taxi drivers are one of your wisest choices. During the holiday travel season it's a pain to find a taxi anywhere - in San Francisco, by contrast, there are more taxis than residents- and if one of them is busy they're more than happy to have a friend pick you up.
That, and they're generally interesting people. There's this one Egyptian flight instructor with the bad luck to have immigrated just a month before 9/11. Another guy used to jump off skyscrapers for fun and was fined one dollar for each floor he jumped off the Empire State Building because he couldn't be charged with anything else. The funniest conversation I've ever had was with a grumpy Russian man, who, upon seeing a billboard for Borat, proceeded to give me a lecture on the great culture and history of the Kazakhstanian people before and ranted about the cultural ignoramuses that are Americans before recommending the movie because it was very funny.
No, I'm not exactly hitting it up in Hollywood every weekend. I seem to have some strange memory for most of the cab drivers I've met over the past year from different places. But why I remember them more than the other kinds of random people I encounter, I have no idea.
I just realized I left my Elmer Bernstein concert notes - from which I've promised myself to write up a full review, so now I won't be able to work on that until February.
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Speaking of cabs, if you have to befriend anyone in LA, taxi drivers are one of your wisest choices. During the holiday travel season it's a pain to find a taxi anywhere - in San Francisco, by contrast, there are more taxis than residents- and if one of them is busy they're more than happy to have a friend pick you up.
That, and they're generally interesting people. There's this one Egyptian flight instructor with the bad luck to have immigrated just a month before 9/11. Another guy used to jump off skyscrapers for fun and was fined one dollar for each floor he jumped off the Empire State Building because he couldn't be charged with anything else. The funniest conversation I've ever had was with a grumpy Russian man, who, upon seeing a billboard for Borat, proceeded to give me a lecture on the great culture and history of the Kazakhstanian people before and ranted about the cultural ignoramuses that are Americans before recommending the movie because it was very funny.
No, I'm not exactly hitting it up in Hollywood every weekend. I seem to have some strange memory for most of the cab drivers I've met over the past year from different places. But why I remember them more than the other kinds of random people I encounter, I have no idea.
I just realized I left my Elmer Bernstein concert notes - from which I've promised myself to write up a full review, so now I won't be able to work on that until February.
( 10 quirks meme )
