Two years of school and two years of startup haven’t left me with a big clothing budget. I’d like to take what I own rather further than it’s going currently. But, as I contemplate radical things like not getting my dress shirts starched so that I can have one of these “casual” looks, I’m having trouble finding sources for good fashion ideas.
Maybe it’s because I’m going out to all the wrong places, but unless this summer’s fashion lessons are “chino shorts” and “linen shirts,” then I’m missing the message. I’m too busy to spend a bunch of evenings at chic West Hollywood restaurant. It seems like all I have to go by these days is “the Sartorialist”:http://www.thesartorialist.blogspot.com/ and he’s not, shall we say, warm-weather oriented. What blogs am I missing here? What should I be wearing? Chic minds want to know.
I don’t really have an entry here; I just schlepped my camera along with me as I enjoyed my fourth of July, and I thought I’d share it with you all. Now, some might say that I should’ve schlepped a tripod, too, what with the night pictures of fireworks and all, but those people would be spending waaay too much time thinking ahead and waaay too little time getting out of the house. OK, normally that’s me, but for once I thought I’d just go for it.
So first we met the AIG’s roommate’s friends at the “Kenneth Hahn State Recreation Area”:http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kenneth_Hahn_State_Recreation_Area, which I’d never been to. For a park about 10 minutes away from my apartment, it’s super-large and pretty cool. Also, there’s oil derricks everywhere. I’m definitely headed back!
Then it was off to Veterans Memorial Park to see the fireworks. We went to the park ’cause that way we didn’t have to pay $5 to see the fireworks at the school. Oh well, we weren’t the only cheapskates. First we sat around while a bunch of folks set off fireworks in the middle of the park:
That was all fun and games until one of the mortars turned over on its side and started to launch fireworks towards the crowd. A bunch of teenagers ran away at a high rate of speed. But the school put on a great show; I just wish I’d been able to get the smiley-face fireworks in a good shot. They even had lots of cool multicolor explosions that I hadn’t seen before (granted, “I was in Saigon”:http://juniorbird.com/archive/002696.html for the 4th of July last year).
Did you know that there were 2.5 million people in the 13 Colonies at independence? There’s about 300 million Americans now. Cool!
I realized I was all grown up late last week. It’s been quite hot here in Southern California, and my apartment has enough power to run either my air conditioner or the freezer chest for the chemical ice my company ships with. I bet you can guess who wins that. Anyway, it’s hot. And usually hot weather makes me want good things, like Lik-M-Aid, Big Red soda, and fried dough. But, this summer, it made me want fruit.
So I went out to the corner Halal Carneceria and 99 Cent Produce Mart, and came away with a bounty of apples, lychees, and honeydew melons. Putting all of my fruit into a bowl, I sure felt like an adult. Eating my fruit outside, in the sun, I sure felt like an adult. And, then, when I cut my melon in half and saw what was inside, well, I knew nature felt I was an adult too, because otherwise my melon sure wouldn’t’ve looked like the totally un-Photoshopped image below: