Dude, who even knows.
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When I was in LA I could have gone up to the Hollywood sign but never did, and uh, well, I’m not capable of regret anymore, but even if I was I wouldn’t regret it.
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Having lived near downtown LA, I can tell you that like 50% of all car commercials are filmed within 2 miles and at all times expanding the shot like 5% would bring something into frame that would completely undercut the effect being evoked
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Silversun Pickups – Lazy Eye (2006)
This is basically the closest my post-college (grad. 2005) years in LA come to mainstream legibility
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why is los angeles where los angeles is
The first transcontinental railroad ran to San Francisco, and when a southern route was built the obvious western terminus was San Diego, but San Francisco elites feared the growth of another California power center so they pulled strings to get it redirected to Los Angeles, which was originally the agricultural lands feeding a Spanish mission and had no natural port. (They first built long piers around Malibu and then an artificial breakwater-protected harbor down by Long Beach.)
Then in 1892, the city was found to sit atop a major oil field and a drilling boom ensued, then in WWI the existence of a large labor force without strong left-labor organization like elsewhere on the west coast and in coastal shipping range of the wood-producing Pacific Northwest made it ideal to spin up a military aircraft industry.
Then after WWI, the booming Mediterranean-climate city drew a lot of immigrants from post-Ottoman lands as their national restructurings wrang out, then the motion picture industry relocated there from upstate New York for the weather and to get distance from Thomas Edison’s IP-enforcing goons, then in WWII that defense aerospace industry got even bigger, carrying the region through the Cold War.
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Anonymous asked:
i feel like (theres a stereotype that) Armenians are hotter than average, both men and women
I’ve not encountered such a stereotype, but maybe it exists. I don’t think I’ve met any Armenians, so I can’t say if it’s true. Armenian followers: are you hotter than average?
In LA the stereotype was basically as West Coast Italians. Like, in the California version of Aqua Teen Hunger Force, Carl would be Armenian.
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One of the funnier details about me is I’m not only a trained fighter but trained by a Hollywood sensei so I can beat your ass in a way that looks legitimating
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What’s a story you want to tell from your Hollywood days
I’ve told the good ones already. Perhaps most fond of that time at a bar a guy tried to sucker-punch me at and went straight back to puff to his girl on assumption he took me down so I went over and dropped him with a right elbow, the bouncers were kind of impressed and threw him out down a flight of stairs
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You know I don’t think I’ve ever seen a depiction of someone living on the first floor of one of those Japanese 2-story cheap apartment buildings, you know, perpendicular to the street with an exterior walkway for a hall?
The place I lived in Echo Park, 1026 N. Bonnie Brae St., was kinda like this, but it was 2brs ziggurating down the hillside with a dingbat parking area at the bottom
The house next door that’s an empty lot now was abandoned and used as a gang house when I moved in for…not Echo Parque, not Big Top Locos, what was the third one?
Anyway the clique leader, a guy called “Pounder”, stopped me on the street once and was like “hey, we know things are changing…” and wanted me to know it was cool and make me sympathetic.
A) I was into Veronica Mars at the time with “Thumper” and found it was hilarious that was a real typea SoCal Latino gang name
B) I did appreciate that! And it did give me confidence, one time I parked close to another guy on the street and his Mexican ass came out to threaten but I just laughed at him, until he trimmed his ask to “give me some more room so I can get away from my girl’s place in the morning before my old lady sees”
Anyway, one day Pounder was shot to death in his car on the other side of the lake and the guys assembled in this building on the other side of mine and some old heads showed up to overhearing I could tell talk them through it without anything rash, and then I posted about it on Livejournal and someone apparently found it and posted an R.I.P. Pounder comment (with context) that night
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