Dear Whoever Spray Painted “Bad” On That Apartment Down The Street From Me,
Not terribly original, but it still made me happy. I love you.
I had no idea who you were until yesterday, when I discovered you on one of my friends facebook walls. It seems like you’ve been around for quite some time and might be late to the game but I’m happy I found you. You are the funniest person in the whole world. For those of you who don’t know Flula, he’s a German DJ/comedian who lives/works in Los Angeles. At first I thought his German accent was a put-on, but apparently it’s real. He’s super witty and ridiculous, which is evidenced in the videos below.
This is a fake ad for a soft drink. Awesome. “DANCE!”
Flula screaming about the Rapture.
Two poems lamenting summer heat. These hit close to home for me because I’m ALWAYS sweating and constantly cursing hot weather. I’m a cold weather person.
This is a random video about a badger. It will fill your heart with joy.
In conclusion, I regret every moment that Flula existed before I found out about him but he’s my new favorite person in the whole world. He’s insanely entertaining. I have no idea what his music sounds like but if it’s anywhere near as genius as his comedy I’m totally into it.
Now it’s time for the real golden age of California. The 80s. Here is a Joan Didion quote about how we conceptualize places (as I have conceptualized California):
“A place belongs forever to whoever claims it hardest, remembers it most obsessively, wrenches it from itself, shapes it, renders it, loves it so radically that he remakes it in his own image.”
- Joan Didion
So onto the golden 80s.
Here is a picture of my sister and my cousin in my grandmother’s house. That wallpaper is horrifying/awesome.
My mother at a friend’s house. The carpet, the lamp, the chairs. All amazing.
That’s me on the left. I’m totally jealous of my sister’s awesome t-shirt.
My parents gutted their kitchen in the 80s. This was the height of kitchen glamour. Some of it still works – I’d totally have those pendants in my house.
I would totally wear my brother’s “Hot” ensemble in this picture.
I love these old stacked stone walls, this one is on my great grandparents property in Upstate New York.
Hanging out with my dad in our front yard, looking for insects.
That’s me listening to the radio.
Californians love family portraits and often rely on props to tell the proper story.
Baby in a bucket.
My first birthday party. Californians love a good excuse to throw a huge party.
Classic my mother (that’s me in the backpack).
I’d like to go back in time so I could kidnap myself and dress me just like this.
In California, we bike everywhere.
My mother made all these costumes. Californians know that you really love your children you can never give them anything that’s store-bought or prefabricated.
My brother holding me. Then my head fell off.
Baby in a backpack. Enough said.
I love my mother’s dress here. She made it herself.
Californians in the 80s liked to grow their own vegetables. Just ask Alice Waters. We also had chickens. My parents hated them.
First day of school. Love those clothes!
I imagine that my mom made this shirt (she made a lot of our clothes) and I want another one.
This is when we moved into the wilderness, Yosemite National Park.
Total 80s wedding. Glamour.
My parents toasting their new house. In a denim skirt and vintage Patagonia.
Shoveling the first snow (this got old real quick).
My parents, always outdoors, cross-country skiing.
My siblings in our Yosemite backyard.
Dressed for an Easter wedding. Again, I’d totally wear this now.
Ok, so that’s 80s California according to my family.
Last night I went to see the film Weekend. It was a pretty awesome movie if you like to watch gay British hipsters fall in love. But that’s not what we’re here to talk about. Before the main feature played, a short film was screened. The soundtrack to this short film is a Willie Nelson cover to Coldplay’s “The Scientist,” which was the soundtrack to my very first breakup after my very first time falling in love in college. Naturally, because I had such a strong connection with the song and because this little short film was so somber, I got hysterical and ran out of the theatre, ugly-crying all the way to the bathroom. Ok, I didn’t actually do that. I did almost cry though, which is a lot for me because I believe everyone should hide their emotions as much as possible. It’s a perfectly healthy thing to do. You can imagine my slight disgust when I realized that this incredible little film was a Chipotle commercial. Not that I have anything against Chipotle (after all, the did break free from McDonalds, which is laudable). There’s just something creepy about getting all emotional and then realizing that you were watching a burrito commercial. Just the word “burrito” makes you feel silly. Say it to yourself three times right now. BURRITO! So here’s the film:
And here’s how they made it. Pretty fun to watch. So much artistry, time, and attention to detail went into this project.
In conclusion, I still feel like a dork for crying at a Chipotle commercial, but it was really good, so leave me alone.