Back to Earth

Took better photos on Alice's camera -- but this is a peek from the cel phone.

My red eye back from L.A. was deadly... no sleep because a Tim Allen movie about a dog was casting its blue light over my head, and all I could think of is what a phoney "family man" this aggressive Tim Allen coke-head really is. Which grumpily had me thinking of the weirdness of famous, rich, shitty, actors and their privilege and private-beach status, and their fondness for sci-fi religious cults. As someone said to me at my Monday meeting, I'm always shocked when I'm in L.A. that my currency from New York actually works. The place is just a different country.

Palm Springs was lovely, dry, gorgeous but 120 DEGREES IN THE SHADE! Absolutely a killer. Absolutely impossibly hot. We spent lots of lazy time in the pool, barely treading water looking at the dry, harsh mountains. Went to an incredible yoga class in what felt like a cave, dark and cool, with a future-esque mohawked teacher from Berkeley with the most beautiful yoga-forms I've ever seen. He had that uber confident direct gaze and killer yoga body, a drifter who came to the desert. Palm Springs in the summer makes you feel like this is where the end of the world will occur, and these little bunkers are where the final humans will dwell.

This feels like a very sci-fi summer. I was incredibly grumpy my whole trip, part cyclical, part crossroads - ish. Grumpy and slumpy. I think my book "The Elementary Particles" and the "Inconvenient Truth" vibe being cast over everything (how inconvenient...) and a general feeling that things need to shift is coloring everything.

Perhaps will sit cross legged on my bed and make a plan. Have a date to stomp around Coney Island with Susie tomorrow, to celebrate July 4th with the people. Found a pair of hooker-ish plastic shoes that light up on the heels perfect for the occasion. Fully non recyclable plastic crap, straight from a Burbank, California strip mall.