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This really happened today: Los Angeles, CA
Monday
113° high temperature
67° low
It's so hot the official thermometer broke. It might have been even hotter, as at 113 degrees the measuring devices shattered, per L.A. Times:
"It was so hot Monday that it broke the all-time record — and the weatherman's thermometer.The National Weather Service's thermometer for downtown Los Angeles headed into uncharted territory at 12:15 p.m. Monday, reaching 113 degrees for the first time since records began being kept in 1877. Shortly after that banner moment, the temperature dipped back to 111, and then climbed back to 112.
"Then at 1 p.m., the thermometer stopped working." (Read More)
Everyone who lives here knows, the heat just keeps getting hotter all afternoon, the hottest time of the day is around 4-5 PM then around six o'clock it finally starts to break, if it's going to break that night.
So the high temperature Monday Sept. 27, 2010, in L.A. is unknown, three hours of frying hotter than at around 1PM when it reached 113 degrees and the measuring devices exploded.
So glad City of Angels Blog is leaving L.A. soon.
But where can you go to stay cool?
Monday, September 27, 2010
Thursday, September 23, 2010
It Never Fails to Happen, even among the dissenters
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People form groups to buck the system, and then as their group becomes successful, those same people take a big gulp and join up with the system. I've seen it happen a thousand times, dissenters in suits with designer briefcases, ending up in places the people they "advocate" for would not even enter. That's why I don't join anything to begin with.
People form groups to buck the system, and then as their group becomes successful, those same people take a big gulp and join up with the system. I've seen it happen a thousand times, dissenters in suits with designer briefcases, ending up in places the people they "advocate" for would not even enter. That's why I don't join anything to begin with.
Monday, September 20, 2010
Another Eerie Thing found as I pack, from Austin c. 1975
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Going through files been carrying around for a long time, as I have to thin my load, I'm soon getting on the road. Found this, which eerily reveals facts about the "Taken" incident I wrote about on this blog here a few months back. These pages I found as I pack to move, reminded me of two more incidents that I haven't revisited on these pages.
So revealing of the effects being sexualized by a priest at age five had on my life, for decades. What gave me shivers as I read this was the "How Do I Forget" stuff at the end of page 2... and everything in between.
THE RAPE BY FIVE INDIANS was on Mount Shasta 1969, in one of the other many times I've run away from L.A. From there it was Boulder for the Holy Man Jam (see previous post), which landed me in Texas. There was this transition I went through while I was in college in Austin. It seems to begin in this note to myself.
It had to do with realizing my sexuality was so different from most people, and trying to live with it.
I was so lonely and out of place in Texas.
Going through files been carrying around for a long time, as I have to thin my load, I'm soon getting on the road. Found this, which eerily reveals facts about the "Taken" incident I wrote about on this blog here a few months back. These pages I found as I pack to move, reminded me of two more incidents that I haven't revisited on these pages.
So revealing of the effects being sexualized by a priest at age five had on my life, for decades. What gave me shivers as I read this was the "How Do I Forget" stuff at the end of page 2... and everything in between.
THE RAPE BY FIVE INDIANS was on Mount Shasta 1969, in one of the other many times I've run away from L.A. From there it was Boulder for the Holy Man Jam (see previous post), which landed me in Texas. There was this transition I went through while I was in college in Austin. It seems to begin in this note to myself.
It had to do with realizing my sexuality was so different from most people, and trying to live with it.
I was so lonely and out of place in Texas.
Sunday, September 12, 2010
Boulder Whole Earth Festival 1970
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I was there, got hold of a typewriter soon after and wrote about it. Today, I found these pages as I started packing to take City of Angels out of L.A., and scanned them here to serve as a segue in my story, from 1970 California by way of Boulder, to Texas, where I ended up pregnant. Then I ran back to Northern California, but later back again to Texas to be with the baby's father, who took the baby away from me, so I went to college in Austin and really dug Astronomy, and that's how an ex-hippie named Sunshine ended up working at NASA.
And always, just under the surface, I was in pursuit of the priest.
This Really Happened:
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I was there, got hold of a typewriter soon after and wrote about it. Today, I found these pages as I started packing to take City of Angels out of L.A., and scanned them here to serve as a segue in my story, from 1970 California by way of Boulder, to Texas, where I ended up pregnant. Then I ran back to Northern California, but later back again to Texas to be with the baby's father, who took the baby away from me, so I went to college in Austin and really dug Astronomy, and that's how an ex-hippie named Sunshine ended up working at NASA.
And always, just under the surface, I was in pursuit of the priest.
This Really Happened:
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