MTV, Google & Facebook Oh My

These are my neighbors in Santa Monica.  When I stop at Ralphs (an awfully awkward name for a grocery store) on my way home from work, these are the people that I am buying bread next to (for those that aren't carb-phobic of course).

I am going to make a confession:

It is actually somewhat fun to be the fish out of water.  I can remember coming out of college when no one knew what a hedge fund was.  Except, of course, every desperate 28 year old "former model" at a bar in Manhattan.  I can mentally map-out the process by which that all changed, when I could no longer feign being in the lawn care business.  My profession has now become like tort law, everyone has a very serious (read: negative) opinion of me and what I do (and they can't wait to tell me).

Moving out to Los Angeles was like time-travel back to 2006.  Everyone I meet here is in "the business".  Every woman is/was/is going to be an actress (or a singer, or an agent, or a....).  Every man is a writer (or a producer, or a set designer, or a...).  More importantly, since I don't do what they do, they genuinely don't care what I do.  I secretly love it.  I will actually admit to missing that once I leave.

Los Angeles: 5,376 -- I Heart Palindromes: 1? (probably not)

Now back to the gardening...

-I Heart Palindromes

Update (3 July 2010):

What I encountered on Ocean Avenue on my way to Main Street yesterday.  You know, in case you thought I was exaggerating.

-I Heart Palindromes