Californian (Bay Area, circa 1962) |
Realistically, I would have to believe that this is some kind of cyber anomaly, unless of course one of my ex-girlfriends is trying to hide her shame by having joined the foreign legion.
Still, what an interesting prospect to consider that someone in a distant land may have been a bit curious about what I have to say, or perhaps had had a cathartic reaction to one of the pieces of my art. Somewhere, right at this moment, there may be someone saying був там, зробив це.
California has a mystique about it. I have read that California is to America what America is to the world. I take that to mean that, like it or hate it, it is undeniably interesting. It is one of those places about which you think to yourself I'd like to go there someday.
There are things we do well here: beaches, parties, making movies, weather, higher education, parties, making wine, diverse scenery, growing vegetables, and parties. We have good roads too, despite what you may hear. I've driven across the US several times and in most of the major cities, and frankly I still think that we've got nicer roads and better drivers here than anywhere else in the country. Texas does okay with roads, but the big problem there is that they are all in Texas. I mean, what's up with that?
Of course, there are things we don't do very well in California: state government, budgets, elementary education, electing anyone who can do anything about these things, Lindsey Lohan (although to be perfectly fair, she's from New York...she just gets into trouble here), and saying no to anything (although this last item might just as well be listed as one of the things we do well). But you know, I remain an optimist, and I think that we will eventually figure out what we've got to do in these areas.
So, greetings People of Earth, especially in the area of the Ukraine and Malaysia, I just want to say hello and welcome -- yes, everything you heard about California is for the most part true, but it works out way better than it sounds. Please feel free to use any of the original art work in this blog to advance the cause of cross-cultural understanding. If you come to California, give me a call -- I'll get the keys to the Caddy from Dad and we'll go to the coast for some whale watching. Please being some money for gas since we're a little short at the moment.
The Malaysia click was me, Darling, don't you remember me picking up the keys to the transporter so I could find some sun yesterday?
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