07 January 2010

LA Drama

LA is a nexus of drama: film studios, movie stars + starfuckers abound, off-broadway theaters litter Santa Monica Boulevard, every third person you see is connected to cinecittà somehow. I guess because we live in Hollywood, of all places, I shouldn't be surprised when random drama + interconnected celebreality invades our less glamorous world.

Among other things:

1. Went to Venice Beach
with LB, my mom + my brother + watched kids shredding it in the skate park before counting head shops, fortune tellers + crazy outfits. I do love me some Venice: crazy, beautiful, surreal, out of control.

2. Bought my first MacBook Pro
(possibly the slickest piece of tech I've ever owned), thanks to LB, the coolest girlfriend in the whole world. As it turns out, the roommate of the Apple salesgirl we'd been chatting with--she had this really awesome island vibe about her--was the acrobatic redhead in the all-girl dance crew, We Are Heroes.

--Yo, we loved that group, I said. We were rooting for them all the way from Buenos Aires.
--I'll tell her that, she said.
--So wait, which one was your roommate? I asked.
--The redhead, she said. --The one that does all the flips.
--Oh yeah, LB said.
--She's good man, I said.

3. Right as we about to drive to the post office to send another copy of my novel to NYC for the Bellwether Prize (long story that) + get some dinner at the impressive vegan restaurant RFD (Real Food Daily), LB said:

--Oh shit.
--What? I asked.

+ then I saw:

Granules covering the ground in the garage in a million glass shards. Somehow, our car got broken into inside the apartment garage with two locked garage doors, two security cameras in plain view and a back fence covered in barbed wire. It was crazy. How the fuck did this happen? And why our car? Our little Rabbit was flanked by shiny black Beamers, Mercedes, a Lexus, a Jeep Cherokee with a Dartmouth sticker. Why our tiny fuel-efficient Volkswagen Rabbit with the SC decal?

And guess what these thugs were looking for? Our fucking iPod + a goddamn GPS console. The money it will take to replace the window will cost twice as much as that old iPod + the hand-me-down GPS.

Anyway, after sweeping up the glass, we drove to RFD
with the air pouring through the window + we ate amazing vegan Reuben sandwiches + a seitan Salisbury steak with mash potatoes + Caesar salad.

For an hour, everything felt completely normal. Then we walked to the car, took a deep breath + laughed. What else could we do?

4 comments:

shift + a said...

Hi Jackson, sorry to ask you a random question here in the comments, but I know you're in the PhD program at USC and was wondering if you guys ever have interaction with the USC MPW program, or if you know anything about it? (I have been accepted and need to make a tough decision fast!)

JACKSON BLISS at 水と魂 said...

Shifta + a,

There's not a lot of interaction, to be honest because one program is broad + interdisciplinary + has its own faculty (MPW) + another one is smaller + more focused + only has slots for poetry + fiction (PhD) with its own faculty. But, some MPW students do enroll in PhD workshops in fiction + poetry. It's not guaranteed, unfortunately, but if the workshop isn't jammed, most profs are happy to let in a few MPW writers. I have a friend from the MPW program who was in Aimee Bender's workshop, so there there's a bit more interaction.

Anyway, congrats + good luck with your decision.

Peace, Blessings,

--j2b

C(h)ristine said...

narg. ups + downs. welcome to hellay. :P

JACKSON BLISS at 水と魂 said...

word zilk. word.