The Most Romantic Robots

There is no basis in nature for rush hour traffic. I can't imagine water buffalo standing around slowly inching forward while they learn Italian on tape. I stare out at all the cars in neat little rows and try to see the people inside the cars, feel their humanity. But quickly they all become hoards of robots. Square villains in my desperate quest to get home. Usually I am numb by the time I get the 101 merge off the 5. A couple days ago I saw something so romantic on that merge, it briefly took me out of my coma.

A red Honda pulled out from behind and white Toyota truck and into the right lane, then the Honda hovered next to the truck for a couple seconds. They gently drifted towards each other and a man's arm came out the passenger side of the truck just as a woman's arm came out the driver side of the sedan. They clasped fingers for a few moments until the flow of traffic pushed him forward and her behind. For that brief moment, we robots had a heart.

You are the Sunlight in My Universe

You know who you are.

Queen of the Hobos and other amusments

I'm back in LA after many weeks in the Pacific Northwest. It is beautiful there, but the air is just too clear and the drivers too laid back. It was nice (?) to be back in a town where you can depend on people to not let you over into their lane.

I have a job as a shopper now. Usually I'm not a big fan of being a shopper, too frustrating. But I do get to see a little slice of life that is not usually offered to me. I was waiting out side the Marshall's Shoe Mega Store this morning. I was in Glendale, so I knew that all sales personel would be on high alert for studio purchases. I was mentally preparing my story about how me and my sister and husband were going on vaction and we needed lots of shoe choices, or maybe my mother is deathly ill and can't shop for herself so I go out and buy her the same top in three colors (with doubles! because she spills). But instead I found that lots of normal people wait outside stores in the morning. What kind of people? I have no idea what kind of person needs to be at a mall on a Thursday morning. But it made me feel good.

As I was on my way in a homeless man bowed to me; sort of like a victorian greeting. This has happened to me a couple times. I wonder sometimes if I am the Hobo Queen.