To try and escape

To try and escape the thought of the world’s impending destruction, we went for a shop’n’eat trip to L.A. today. Took in Ranch 99, bought lots of Taiwanese snacks and groceries. Went and saw my friend Gene and his fiancee Alicia, and took them on a triple-whammy along one block of Venice Blvd.: Indian food at a “India Sweets and Spices” which made my nostrils sweat, and a trip next door (kind of) to the Museum of Jurassic Technology and its small partner, the Center for Land Use Interpretation. I believe I like the Museum of JT more for its layout and mood than the still-fascinating exhibits within. Their bookshop is always well-stocked with strangeness (it’s where I got the book on sleep that I’m still reading), and I came away today with another to add to my stack: Desperate Journeys, Abandoned Souls by Edward E. Leslie, a compendium of true stories about castaways, maroons, and survivors throughout history.
After a short drive, we checked out the scabby remains of a Wherehouse chain in Culver City that was going through its death throes at 25% off. Any place that assigns a special section to “Urban Cinema” (i.e. movies with black folks in), and squeezes the “furrinner” section in between the above “subcategory” and the gay porn DVDs deserves to go under.
I did manage to snag the Remaster of the Rolling Stones Through the Past, Darkly for something like $15. Even on the car stereo the sound is astonishing. This is not a tiny improvement like most remasters; this demands a total reassesment of what the songs sound like. So…when are they ever going to remaster the shameful Beatles CDs?
Despite this, and Jessica getting a job (surely this is an aberration in this economy), I came home to despair again over this simple point:
GEORGE BUSH WILL BE THE DEATH OF US ALL.
No more, no less.