Los Angeles is an uncanny place to live. It has many science fiction qualities. For example, when I’m standing in line at the supermarket and I recognise the person in front of me, but I can’t figure out how I know them. Suddenly, I realise I saw them in some random commercial six years ago.
I normally live in Los Angeles, if you can call it normally living.
My first son was born in Los Angeles; he’s a Mexican-American.
In August of 1989, we arrived in Los Angeles where we had family. With their help, along with that of Jewish resettlement organizations like HIAS, my parents were set up with jobs.
If you can speak Spanish, then you can have a stronger connection with the residents of Los Angeles.
If the air quality is terrible in Los Angeles, if a particular university is unusually expensive, if crime is on the rise in Dallas, or if a company has a lot of recalled toys, transparency can spur change. Whenever public or private institutions have to answer to the public, their performance is likely to improve.
I went to a school for experiential learning all around the city of Los Angeles. We went on at least 2 field trips a week, and I went there for 7 years, so I have seen a lot of this city.
Los Angeles is often described as the nadir of vapidity, a smog-choked space cradle.
I have eaten very well in Los Angeles. Marvelously!
Years ago, when my attempts at a writing career came to a complete stand-still, I applied to the Los Angeles Police Department. This might seem odd for a liberal woman who once went to UC Santa Cruz, but I’ve always had a powerful fascination with crime and serious interest in finding different ways to contend with it.
