What mad pursuit? What wild ecstasy?
To seek the proper vessel
to grace my doorway
did I sally forth.
Barack and I went to Palm Springs over the Presidents Day weekend. Granted we did not arrive via the same method of transportation, as he traveled from D.C. and I traveled from San Diego, which was off-course for Air Force One. (One can imagine the complications that would attend even the slightest detour, as well as the likely criticism over wasted tax dollars, especially since a 747 consumes more fuel than my Chevy Tracker, whose fuel is paid for entirely by me).
I spent quite a bit of time in my car this week, going to interviews and photo shoots and events related to my job. So I had plenty of time to think about certain truths that I now hold to be self-evident from my education on San Diego County roads since moving here a little more than a year ago.
Though his quick-fire, thickly accented speech makes it impossible to catch every word and even whole sentences, and though his response to a question may not actually answer said question, Christo makes certain things crystalline.
While watching the Golden Globe Awards, I culled through the Los Angeles Times preview of movies hitting the big screen today through April and made the following list of occupations upon which Hollywood is shining a light.