Karin Lewicki, an enigma wrapped in a mess.
Probably, at this point, you’ve seen it. After all, they want you to. Frankly, according to them, you don’t have any choice.
I’m talking about the Jury Duty Hummer.
It’s an old-skool Hummer, so, terrifically mean-looking and flat, and wrapped in an ad for Jury Duty the TV show, tag line: Don’t even try to get out of it.
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For the record, I wasn’t surprised about the Gore thing. I’d already heard it on the radio.
Not *that* he’d won, exactly. But about three or four times I heard a two-song set of White Town’s “Your Woman” followed by Hole’s “Celebrity Skin,” and that was enough.
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Cars, their names, and what’s wrong with them..
Pulled up on Pico behind a Dodge Stratus. Every car’s name is mockable, but some more so than others. “Stratus”? We’re a long way from the Mustang, or Falcon, or Firebird here. Frankly, what’s stratus even mean? According to YourDictionary.com, it’s “the type of gray cloud found at low altitudes and consisting of a uniform layer of water droplets and sometimes ice crystals,” or, the sucky weather that doesn’t even count as weather, really.
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Last week I tried to kill someone in Westwood before Precalculus (through UCLA extension, taught by an immensely courteous Indian guy who looks, in a twist of biological irony, the spitting image of Peter Sellers playing an Indian guy in The Party. He’s scruffy, which physical fact is weirdly rendered invisible by his manner. I sit in the second row and every time I notice it, like once or twice a class, I’m surprised. I’m surprised because it’s not supposed to be there, doesn’t it know? Can’t it see what he’s like?), and ended up finding a space in the alley parallel to Westernmost street, the one with the awesome Elysee, and tried to parallel park into it.
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Came back, ears mildly ringing, from Beirut’s show at the Avalon, which was peopled with a thousand hipsters and Douglas Smith of Big Love, who I noticed mainly as a secondary effect of noticing his girlfriend, one of the only people at the concert dancing, on the balcony. She was exultant, and unselfconscious, and so was he. Actually, he was kind of more than unselfconscious - he was ungendered. And it was wonderful.
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