Captain's Log. February 16th. It's coming up on 4 months since my first mate and I ventured into this strange and wondrous new place. It is a marvelous land. Opportunity lurks around every corner. So far it has presented itself to us in many different ways, from amazing career possibilities to unimaginably good Indian food, to meeting Denzel Washington. We found a home in the form of a hillside bungalow in the province of Silver Lake. Obtaining a place of residence has improved crew morale dramatically. We have furnished it about half way so far. We found a list belonging to a man named Craig that has been very helpful, along with assistance from our Nordic friends, Ikea. I was told before our journey west that driving in this metropolis was going to be the most difficult part, but that has proven untrue. Parking is the biggest issue. Over the weekend, the crew garnered a curb-side, non-metered parking spot downtown and it was universally acknowledged a monumental success. There is also a surprising amount of walking in this city. This could be because the weather seems to be so unflinchingly lovely. After the initial heat wave upon our arrival, the 75 degree stationary level has been a dream. We find ourselves doing more outdoors than ever before. Picnics, hikes, bike rides and daily strolls are becoming a norm. For unexplainable reasons, I have a new deep love for coconut water and farmer's markets. I find myself seeking out organic and almond milk. ...and then I stumble across a bakery. Or ten. We have been making rapid friends as well as connecting with old ones. We find our social calendar bustling with new and exciting events: screenplay readings, comedy performances, flea markets, beach trips, dinner dates, cocktail meetings, vintage music dance parties. These are all welcome additions to our schedules, if not our pocketbooks. All in all, the crew considers our first quarter here a great success. We both find ourselves adapting to the differences from home quicker than expected, and both feel in our guts that we are on the right track to dream fulfillment. Our partnership has grown stronger, and we feel justice and excitement in the decision we made. If only we could do something about the size of our bathroom...
Captain's Log. September 17th. We arrived in this strange new land of angels 2 weeks ago today. The natives seem friendly enough, but I am suspicious of how interesting and good looking they all seem to be. Since our arrival, the city has been enduring one of the worst heat waves in it's history, and I am growing more and more skeptical of this "beautiful" weather I've been hearing about for so long. We have endured electricity blackouts due to heat two days this week, and it has driven myself and the crew to drink. The food here is even better than anticipated, and we are overwhelmed by the large amount of gourmet bratwurst restaurants. Celebrities roam the streets like some strange alternate universe, and not a day has gone by where we haven't seen one. I am struck by how much they really do look just like normal people. It also appears to me that every person in this entire city owns a dog. There is an overwhelming health-consciousness in this place, with high priced juice-bars and yoga studios on every corner. The citizens seem to be willing to spend many ducats for inner serenity. I was amazed how easily I fell into this enigma myself, signing up for a new form of torture called "Pop Physique." My muscles are proving weak and unforgiving. The bounty of things to do here is limitless, but we find our coin purses weighing less and less. The job hunt has proven fruitless so far, but we are keeping morale high. It helps that we have a beautiful place to stay and have found Mexican food nearby that meets our high native standards. We find ourselves particularly drawn to two areas here called "Los Feliz" and "Silver Lake" which are drenched in restaurants, book shops & vintage clothing stores. My first mate found me a vintage Cure t-shirt that had in the past been impossible to find. It was a major success for our crew. These neighborhoods are also throbbing with live music and many tattoo-covered natives with a penchant for things unheard of, and seemingly large hat collections. We feel at home here. I leave this log now to progress with my day. It's been a full hour since my last cup of designer coffee, and I have plans to go see a 17 dollar movie. Will write again soon.
