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   Tuesday, April 01, 2003

LA-LA-LA-LA-LA MEANS I LOVE YOU?

On Day 3 in Los Angeles, my friend Gil and I are about to race off to the Museum of Tolerance, which sounds fascinating. It's also very appropriate that such an exhibition is housed in LA because, if a city ever required huge amounts of tolerance, it's this one. The city seems to run on annoyance and the less said about driving its multitude of freeways, the better.

Still, I'm enjoying the sunshine, the shopping, the strange artificial bubble of calm created in its outdoor malls and, most importantly, yesterday's stroll along the Santa Monica pier. I rolled up my pant cuffs and went splashing my feet in the Pacific ocean for the first time. Even if the rest of the trip continues to irritate, that fifteen minutes of pure joy will have been worth it.