The other night I was walking on Warren Street, trying to decide where to eat. A woman came out of a building as I passed.
"Hi," she said. I turned around, already ten feet past her.
"It's Jane," she said, except she used her real name. I had seen her around town many times but we had never spoken. My first memory of her is from a community meeting, in which I made a suggestion that she didn't like. She rolled her eyes and screwed up her face as if I had farted. But maybe now she was being nice. I walked toward her and extended my hand.
"We actually haven't met," I said, "I'm Matt."
"Oh. You're not who I thought you were," she said. "Never mind."
She turned and walked away.
Saturday, February 6, 2016
Thursday, December 24, 2015
Monday, June 22, 2015
Tuesday, April 28, 2015
A Tesla appeared and rolled through the stop sign. The cop didn't budge. A Mercedes followed and also rolled through. Still no reaction from the trooper. A few seconds later, a BMW came up Warren Street (it sounds like I was at the corner of Wilshire and Rodeo, not Warren and Worth), made a full stop, and turned right onto Worth Avenue. The trooper flashed his lights and pulled over his target.
When I later related my puzzlement over the officer's selectivity to my partner, she asked if I had noticed the skin color of the drivers. Indeed I had: the BMW driver was, shall we say, less fair skinned than the other two drivers. Perhaps Middle Eastern or Hispanic. Sadly, it wouldn't be surprising if this was the reason he was pulled over, although I sure hope not. In any event, I'm disappointed in myself for not trying to learn more as the events were unfolding. The next time, I will stick my nose out a bit farther. And Mr. Bimmer Driver, if you're out there, I'd love to hear the story.
Monday, March 23, 2015
When you're trying to create something truly original, your ego dies a thousand times. And it's not the "bad" ego that repeatedly dies. It's not the part of you that is self important. It's the part of you that is trying hard to do the right thing. And right there is the problem: you're trying hard...which means that at some level and in some way you are seeking control. Which means your ego is in the way after all: you're putting your need to create the work ahead of the work's own desire to become what it wants to be.
Monday, March 9, 2015
Friendly Neighborhood Economist Tom Masterson sent me a link to some old home movies, made in Hudson in 1939 and 1966 by Jozef Cipkowski. A lot of the filming was done on an unfamiliar looking South Front Street, whose long-gone west side was extant at the time. But you'll recognize a few buildings in the background of several parades and a surprisingly well-attended soap box derby race.