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So, embarrassingly enough, I miss spelled my super cool, cinema nerd referential blog URL here at "LindberdhPalaceHotel.blogspot"...as it's supposed to be Lindbergh not Lindberdh, so...Please report to/ shift your subscriptions (which will be $29.99 a month by the way) over to:

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The Managment

Now available in Technicolor!

Well...You get a double dose for the first day. Wondering why?? that's right, because it's horrific outside, and I've spent most of the day huddled on the couch under a blanket, surfing the internet...

I'm not super proud of this, however, I did have a mildly productive day sometime after the "Tornado Watch!!!" was lifted (I think they over dramatized, just a bit..), the skies parted for the afternoon and I promptly played operation with my bike parts, until I had something resembling my red stallion (bread basket included), and went for some air. when I walked out onto the beach and sat in the sun (which was then out), I had a strange urge to keep checking that it was still there...like it was going to go away at any moment. I was quite wary of trusting the gaseous life giving sphere...it seemed so odd to think that he and I might see more than 3 months of each other a year, like the weekend daddy you only saw intermittently throughout your childhood, and thus are cautious to depend on now that he's around all the time and says he's changed. terribly unnerving. After that, I biked down to a large pier (Balboa), and took a stroll to the end. The wind was up and carried ocean spray from the 30ft waves into my face, as they exploded on the pylons, rolling in droves. The ever present sun rained down precious precious vitamin D, and a little 50's diner, called Rubys', blasted dixieland jazz out it's loudspeakers on the end of the pier through the whipping gale. Looking up and down the coast on either side of me, watching the throngs of bright green palms bend, it was then that I thought "oh shit. I'm in California...I live here now. hmm. That is most agreeable." and I felt like I'd been seeing monochrome for so long that color in the sky, and the waves was brand spanking new to me. Probably how people felt seeing technicolor for the first time, back in the 1990's or whenever. It felt refreshing to say the least.

Tomorrow is another day, and after carefully deciphering the cluster-fuck that is L.A. public transit maps...I put together a route for going to the bright lights, big city tomorrow for a scouting mission.

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PS:

I'll learn me some html things real soon so my blog will please your eyes more...good. Aaaaand I just realized that I miss spelled my URL name...how sad. there may be a re-direct in the near future as that will bother me.

Welcome to the O.C.

I arrived last night, after a rocky flight, sitting behind 3 identical Bradley Cooper looking suits, who snarked the poor flight attendant the entire 3 hours...I left Seattle after a very stressful, sleepless and emotionally taxing day. It may just be me, but I think Seattle has an unbelievably powerful gravitational pull. Jet setting aside, it seems to take upwards of 1.21 gigawatts just to break the seal. The cruel irony is so that I leave the emerald city on a clear, crisp day of blue skies and touch down in Long Beach to ominous, looming, dense grey hanging over everything, threatening a storm. apparently there's flooding south here, wind and tree fall, etc. etc. generally the wrath of god, to smote me and the apocalypse hath cometh. I got in and shuffled off the rickety stairs from the plane and ran my bags out to Monas' little car in shifts, as she circled the pick up zone, I ran out to drop a bag in the trunk, sprint back to my bike box, for another round. The bag claim is open to the street...strange? well, I got everything without trouble, and Mona and I motored into Newport to grab a steaming cup of assam and some bread pudding at a charming hole in the wall cafe near her beach house, called Cafe Alto(which could have easily been in capitol hill) for a chat. I couldn't sleep, so I watched some Mighty Boosh, planned for the next day and try to get a few minutes of shut eye.

So, I awoke at 6:30am, rolled around in bed and cracked an eye to an orange "Endless Summer" poster. Monas little hut is a beautiful beach house, she lives in the lower half. It's perfectly themed with a classic kind of 50's surf motif, very charming and fun. The owner and upstairs neighbor, Jaunette (sp?) is really sweet. she came down this morning so I could try out a slew of wifi passwords she thought may get me connected. We ate some fruit and had a cup of tea, then went the 1/4 of a block to the beach to watch the surfers narrowly escape death by jelly-fication on the rocks, catching tasty wave after tubular break, due to the aforementioned storm.

That's a clear flag that I'm actually in California...it's just beginning to sink in, not quite there yet.

Now I'm off to put my bike together and head to "The Bait Shop" with Ryan, and hope we don't run into Luke and the water polo team, cause I don't want to get into any trouble. I'll swing by the comic shop and pic up the new "Legion" issue and throw on some Death Cab.

Surfs Up.