I think I keep forgetting that I am living in LA. Not in a way where I wake up and I don't know where I am--well, actually, kind of--but, I was thinking more in the sense that my spatial and temporal plane of existence is shifting kind-of-thing and my brain is having trouble keeping up. I mean, I've seen parts of this city hundreds of times in TV and film and now I am actually living where it happens. I'm living where the movies are made...
Trite? Maybe. True? Yes. And funnily enough the one movie I keep coming back to is that 1994 classic My Girl 2, when movies with "2" in the title were popular and I could totally relate to its adorable, feministy, kind of hippied-out 13 year-old protagonist Vada.
I mean, c'mon, her uncle actually says to her in the movie "Don't be a poet, be a TV repairman." And seeing how this constant dilemma between art and money still drives me today, I think at 10 or so I had made a pretty good character match for my life to come.
And now with me now in the very same city, I'm thinking I need to find out what other wisdom or tidbits can be gleaned from that childhood classic. Step 1: Re-watch My Girl 2. Step 2: Re-trace Vada's steps around the city, including taking my girl to the La Brea tar pits. Step 3: buy a mood ring.
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