Guerilla Traveler - Have pen, will travel..

Los Angeles: We were standing on the porch way way up over Hollywood Blvd. last night in the hills as high up as you can go and the whole thing was out there before us, all those lights glowing like a millions of dreams and qquiet with only the wind rushing across the valley at the Hollywood Hills . . .

Los Angeles: The sun shines. The waves roll in. Santa Monica is as pretty as she ever was. Last night Richard Gant dropped by the Loews to meet us as the Film market dwindled. This is not Cannes. No parties--though the LA film festival is on at the same time and we did get word from the mysterious Mr Chin aka Jimmy May of a Danish film party at the Roosevelt across from Graumans. . .

Los Angeles: I think I just walked into the real life Cosby show.  . . . Why not? After the last eight years of old Numb Nuts and the Incoherent Cowboys holding court, it's kind of nice to have a change. Even Mussolini would have been an improvement. At least he made the trains run on time and Amtrak is always late my friends. But seriously, I can tell you that it is Morning in America. It is exactly 7:24 AM and for all of you fans of the new regime (meet the new boss, the same as the old boss) I just want to quote Gertrude Stein who famously said: A politician is a politician is a politician. Now it may just be a coincidence that Abe Lincoln was a senator from Illinois and so is Barack Obama and the connection between the two need not be explained here (ok Lincoln freed the slaves and Obama is the first black president) . . . but it is food for thought. I feel change in the air for sure but slowly slowly for the better . . . but first we are going to have to absorb the pain of the past twenty years or so of bad thinking . . . the only thing worse than starting over is not getting the chance to start over . . . peace . . . let's go and get it . . .

Los Angeles: You won't believe this folks but this morning Im sitting at a computer in an empty lobby in a motel in Marina del Ray drinking a large cup of coffee and wondering where it all started to go right after going so wrong for too long and wondering yet if Im right that's it's going right or it's just the combined effect of that mezmerizing Southern California sun and the  endless undulations of the rolling Pacific. Maybe it's just jet lag.