It was 92 degrees in LA on Saturday, the hottest since I got here. It was a warm, dry pleasant heat. A perfect beach day. I was hung over from a half bottle of wine. I considered leaving my neighborhood. It was a forced consideration. I decided to go to Venice where my business partner lives. A guy I met at a high school alumni event and with whom I started writing music and had considered dating lives there too.
On low battery, I went through the routine of getting my gray Prius (now scratched in the front and missing a hubcap) out of the garage and re-padlocking the door. I drove 55 minutes to Venice Beach, where I had a picture of a pin drop sent to me. My music friend who looks like Kurt Cobain was at home, unable to really muster up energy to meet me but asked me to stop by. Or to go to the part of the beach right in front of his building. Always putting in most of the effort can be exhausting. Continue reading Beach day →
Until LA, I have rarely had bad dates. By bad dates, I don’t mean bad people. I mean nice people. But just that feeling of wow, I really need to escape so I can be back at home staring at the wall blankly for hours again because that would be so much more enjoyable. Sometimes, it takes a long time to not feel drained and then to recover from being drained.
I was actually excited to meet date #1. He is a cinematographer with some kind of military honor. We met at a wine bar within walking distance of both of our apartments. He was exactly as late as it took him to walk to the bar. I hate lateness. It was 8pm. I was starving. He had been in LA for 10 years, never killed anyone, went to art school in Israel, and now was a cinematographer verging on producer who taught classes at the American Film Institute. We drank 2 drinks and went to another bar called “Good Luck Bar.” I politely bid him adieu after that. I’m pretty good at the 1:1 conversation for the most part, especially with men. I carried it as far as I could. Then I went home and ate the remaining 5 slices of whole wheat bread at home and passed out. Continue reading 2 dates, 2 Israelis, 1 bar, 1 Korean →
My LA life is a mix of being an artist and business person. When you try to fit into so many different worlds and selves, it’s not the easiest thing to negotiate your identity and intention with yourself. Also, just logistically, it’s not the easiest thing to do. There are only so many hours of the day. Best practice in life seems to focus on just 1 thing. My deadline for starting to develop and act on that focus is May 8. Until then…
- Starting my consulting business
Working with a partner I met through a mutual friend. We’re helping with brand, strategy, and business development, with some emphasis on fashion. We’re sort of working on a related tech startup too, but that’s a little less defined. I hope this becomes successful! I don’t really want to wait tables at California Pizza Kitchen, but I’ll do it if it means free pizza. Here’s us on set in DTLA last week:
Continue reading 10 things I’m doing in LA →
“You’re 1 mile away,” he wrote. I had just opened Tinder, and this should have been a telltale sign of major laziness. He was unattractive and didn’t seem like a great person, but I also thought there wasn’t a lot to lose from meeting up. He worked in real estate tech, lived in Oakland, and was in LA for meetings to fundraise for his startup.
I was flexible in timing, so we agreed to meet at 8:30pm. At 8:29pm, I entered the beergarden (ahem, biergarten) Loreley in West Hollywood, the LA outpost of the beergarden in NYC I had loved since my college days.
I opened Tinder. “I’ll be 10 minutes or so late. I’ll get in an Uber soon.” OR SO????? SOON????!!!! Continue reading Sorry, men from the Bay Area – I’m out →
My musings on life, travel, and (I suppose eventually) work. Just trying to balance left and right brain, the urge to do vs. be. Easy stuff.
