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From: Dave Farber <dave () farber net>
Date: Sun, 28 Jan 2001 20:45:56 -0500
From: "Janos.Gereben" <janos451 () earthlink net> To: "jg" <janos451 () earthlink net> Subject: I hear America singed Date: Sun, 28 Jan 2001 09:35:31 -0800 X-Mailer: Microsoft Outlook Express 5.50.4522.1200 At the end of a week-long trip, I had several strange experiences in the exotic, fabled Southland. Most of the 120-mile stretch from Palm Spring to Los Angeles offers severely limited opportunities to the radioholic: mariachi, Rush and his ilk, and religious programs. I cannot be sure of the lyrics I heard when the dial stopped momentarily on music stations, but all (please note: all) other stations had only one topic on this fine morning, a week after the Bushauguration. The abomination of Bill Clinton. Yes, Rush and pals are in a time warp, obsessed with evil incarnate, even after eight years, even after the man is gone. No mention of Bush or anyone else. No other topic. It's like a never-ending spasm, and the preachers are raging on too, backtracking from the pardons, connecting the dots back to Monica and to Arkansas stories 20 years ago, then contrasting it all with the pure being manifested in St. John the Ashcroft. Here's a bet: check the airwaves in the desert a year from now. Or two. It will be the same. Forever and ever, amen. I SEE AMERICA GATED There is a striking similarity between La Quinta during the day and LA at night: empty streets. The Palm Springs suburb consists of gated communities, walled in and guarded, and a main street of fast-food restaurants for those working inside the fortresses. The neutron-bombed LA downtown is something that stuns me every time; in the middle of a huge metropolis, I walked three miles and saw seven people. But even during the day, from among the thousands working in the downtown skyscrapers, almost nobody ventures out. People drive into the well-guarded basements in the morning, drive home to their gated communities in the evening. Whatever may bother you about London, New York, San Francisco or any real city, just check out LA, and count your blessings. I SENSE AMERICA FUTURE You *can* see people on the streets (which, to me, is what a city is about), but you have to go to Chinatown, Little Tokyo, the Korean quarter or visit the sections where only Spanish is spoken. That's where life is... where the future is. "America" was built by the most daring (and most desperate) from England, Ireland, Germany, and so on. The same kind of people from China, Korea, Vietnam, Central America will be the "America" of tomorrow. Then, if they are as successful as the immigrants of the past turned out to be, perhaps they too will go from safety to safety, leaving the streets empty. (A tip for retro-romantics on a budget and hungry in the empty night of LA: at Figueroa and Ninth Street, for the 76th year stands The Pantry, open even after the "late spots" close at 8. It serves huge piles of meat with mountains of peas and mashed potato under lakes of gravy, in the manner of the lamented Forties, for under $10. The place, the menu - on the wall, of course - the waiters, the prices. it's all out of some old movie. This being LA, perhaps The Pantry *is* part of a movie set.) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Janos Gereben/SF, CA janos451 () earthlink net
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