CA

Blogging on the move.

LA is full of wireless networks, you can hardly move for them. My mail client just sent some outbox items while I was typing from a moving car. Just like 24, California is comprised of wavy heat haze and rusty chain link fences. Sharp desert shrubs and melting auto garages also feature. The relentless glare, July Sun, pelts softening tarmac and scalds pedestrians who slave up and down the metric boulevards. The Flag is also everywhere. Outside people's houses, in front of high schools, little ones protrude from porch doorways, faded strips of white and red loll from fast food joint roofs. Underneath, SUVs rumble across desolate highways. Everything is larger here, and somehow, more easy going. Less assuming.