Monthly Archives: September 2004

cancon

I downloaded the video for “Strange Days” to show friends here, and I still cry at the end of it.

I’m putting together a CD of late-90s BC-based grunge for a friend. Anyone want to FTP me some Rymes with Orange?


still preparing for camp

too much to do

I have so many things to do, that there is no way I should be sitting at my computer. We seem to have stabilized at seventeen people this weekend, sixteen of us departing on Friday night. I faxed out a campsite diagram as a joke today to D, after modifying it slightly with labels. Somehow, my Unit Guider training materials seem far, far more amusing when you visualize rock stars trying to tie knots.

sadly, this explains a lot

the Los Angeles area code class system.

I came to this city with prejudices about Vancouver suburbs firmly in place – but Vancouver is maybe one-tenth the size of Los Angeles. And has ONE area code. There are area codes in this city that I didn’t even know existed.

ADOPTED COUSIN: I met a girl at that party – but she’s a 714
ME: Damn. I won’t even date 818.

bugs potter live at nickaninny

67 hours until we leave for Camp Lollapalooza. We’re now up to a count of 18 confirmed people. Of which, I think maybe four have any serious camping experience.

I suddenly find myself coordinating meals, sites, carpooling, tents and the Hearst Castle field trip for eighteen people. Oh well. It’s still easier than my Brownie troop – twentysomething rock stars don’t require permission slips, health forms and the dreaded Safe Guide.

Now I know what this reminds me of! BUGS POTTER LIVE AT NICKANINNY. That’s it! Rock stars in the woods? Am I the only one who sees the resemblance?

Or this could be a bad TV movie:

LIFETIME, 8PM, MOVIE OF THE WEEK, “A Canadian Girl In Los Angeles” (PG)
When Jillian decided to go camping with her friends in Los Angeles, she had no idea what she was getting into. Suddenly, eigheen people – including rock stars, hippies and a slew of city girls – are heading out to the woods with her. Can Jillian teach this crew how to camp without electricity? And, more importantly, can she teach them how to love the wilderness and open their hearts to nature. And can they pull off the benefit concert to save the town of Morro Bay from an evil nuclear weapons plant owner who is dumping waste into the river?

the first day of fall

I did nothing particularly L.A. related today. Well, I went to a mixer for the commercial industry. Commercials, short films, and music videos. But only because it was at Canal Club, which is close to home (it’s one of my favorite happy hour destinations in Venice) and because one of my favorite guy friends was going.

And after we got tired of networking (OK, he networked for work, I networked to flirt), we went for a walk down to the beach for a few minutes. It was just enough time for me to recognize that it’s actually fall in Los Angeles. I was wearing a knit top with sleeves today, along with a miniskirt, and was slightly cold. That, and fall is actually, finally in the air – it smells a bit different, down by the ocean, and reminded me of the way the wind comes in off the Straits in late August when the temperatures start to drop back home, a month before they start to drop in L.A.

And then D came over so we could watch Mean Girls, which, while it didn’t contain as many one liners as Jawbreaker, was quite a bit better.

“Stop trying to make ‘fetch’ happen.”

And now it’s time for sleep. I have to start kicking ass at work again this week, and plan a camping trip, and all kinds of other stuff. I’m hoping time flies between now and home.

another successful bbbq (a state of the jillian address)

I can’t sleep, and am therefore posting until I can.

I suggested a few days ago that we have a Sunday night BBBQ at my house this week, primarily for those people going camping. After all, it would be a great way to get some things discussed and organized: equipment lists, carpooling, food sharing. And the Abbot Kinney festival was happening this week

Of course, just like this camping trip was originally six or eight people, the BBBQ turned from that many into fifteen or so. I hooked my laptop into the stereo, cranked the volume, set out coleslaw, spinach dip and corn chips, and let the party more or less run itself. Unfortunately, being a sloppy hostess at best, I’d forgotten to buy paper plates or disposable glasses, and we had to use household dishes, but at least I did remember to eat at this party. That’s important. On my birthday, I was too busy hostessing to eat, and ended up very, very sick after a friend showed up with sugarfree birthday Jello shots she’d made for me.

I’m getting to the point in Los Angeles where I’m confident that my social life is not going to up and disappear. I keep waiting for a falling out with my core group of friends. I never expected that in BC because my core group there were my tribe – they were like family – and I always knew that from the start. Here, it’s adult relationships, without Arts County and Whistler and Fairview to pressure-seal those bonds. And the last time I had a “real world” group of friends was in Amarillo, Texas – and look how wrong that went with two of the three of them.

backstory on that last remark

canadian culture gap

I’m slightly amused by the fact that the actress who played Hedy King on Road to Avonlea also appears in Further Tales of the City as a ninety-year-old madam from Winnemucca.