Nobody buses in L.A.
Here’s a shot from my bus ride this morning. In L.A., cars are an expensive way to guarantee our personal space, and nothing says “I’ve made it” like lots of chrome and a big lease payment. Angelenos are funny like that: we’ll pay hundreds to put some random shit up our noses, but we won’t take a bus for a buck and a quarter.
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Meat is murder.
Sam is the recent casualty of a PETA video, and we haven’t eaten anything that once had legs, since. What’s more, we’ve followed Jerry O’Connell’s lead and eliminated additives from our diet, except for the packet of Splenda I have in my morning tea, which I don’t know that I could actually give up.
I weighed in at 204 this morning, which is almost “wedding weight.” I’d like to shed another 9 lbs, and I think going veg is going to do it. Not only is it making me leaner, but gone are indigestion, and hopefully some cholesterol points. Plus, it just feels un-cruel, and that’s worth my weight in gold.
It’s just one of the many adventures I’m grateful for over the last 1,459 days. Four years ago tonight, I logged into connexion.org and read the first message from Sam, and then we went to dinner. This is where it all began.
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Sam
Sam and I had our first date four years ago today. It started with an iChat and resulted in an impromptu dinner. I’d already eaten, so I drank sangria and watched him eat. Then I searched for the Mel’s Diner *not* on Sunset, as that one would likely have been a madhouse. Not having a very good sense of direction, I drove us all over town in search of the one not on Sunset. After an hour, we went to the one on Sunset anyway. I have a masters in False Economy. It’s a good thing that Mel’s is open 24 hours, because I think we stayed there until 3am. We couldn’t get enough of each other.
It’s been an amazing four years. I’ve never been more thankful for the life I have, and Sam’s place in it. I love you, brah.
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The Bhagavad Gita, as it is
I’m listening to the Bhagavad Gita, read by Deepak Chopra, downloaded through iTunes. Oddly, this book is one of the gifts given to me by Mom on one of her trips back from Los Angeles. Then, I thought it was an interestingly illustrated book, with lots of fantastic blue and animal-headed people. Now, I realize that it was the result of her being accosted by “Hare Krishnas” at LAX.
Now it’s much more to me, and I’d kill to have that book that she gave me.
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This woman’s work
We went to Utah last week for Sam’s Mom’s funeral. The only way it could have been better is if she weren’t really gone. Catholicism is fascinating. At first glance, it looks like a string of opportunities for dramatic grieving – moreso than other funerals – until you realize that everyone is all cried out by the party at the end. Before we knew it, we were all in our cups and reveling in all things Marcy Francis. It was glorious. I don’t know if I’ve ever been to a funeral where someone was actually buried in a casket. For the record, it’s not how I’d like to exit. I’m a cremation guy. We left Utah having freshly cemented new relationships with his family members, far-flung as they are across the west, and lots of plans for trips in the upcoming year. Thank you for sharing your family with me, Marcy. It’s a kindness I’ll never forget.
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