Project Dissertation

I moved to this fabulous city three years ago mainly to; be near an airport for travel, be able to not trade my stilletos for trainers, and to finish my doctoral studies in four years. Yes, that pretty much sums up my priorities at 30. So now I am ABD with nine months to go and San Francisco is no easy city to ignore. Although, I would argue that each experience that deters my academic writing is really just needed inspiration. Welcome and I hope you enjoy...

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Bilingual, Bicultural, and Dual Citizen. J School B.A., M.A. in High Incidence Disabilities, & ABD in Education.

Thursday, June 14, 2007

L.A. Woman

Nothing like standing in the Coffee Bean queue and overhearing a couples very loud conversation. If it was an interesting conversation it might be different, I believe the sole purpose was to name drop. I thought wow, that seems so out of place for Palm Springs and realized, they were a special breed of annoying L.A. types.

Palm Springs, with its warm sun and glistening swimming pools was the perfect place to slow down and get very tan. Enjoyed the moments lounging with my lovely parents and made more summer plans. Stinson Beach and Sonoma made the upcoming Nor Cal tour: Love them dearly but told them, I don't do Alcatraz.

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Took the train to Union Station to reunite with a good friend. Along the way, the conversation shifted from the featured article in the weekly to a song about the Doors. Not a song but an entire album it seems, it is not my fault I only recently discovered they are from LA. Does everyone know this?!

Made our way to Boyle Heights to drink the best green non-alcoholic mojito and find a cobbler to do some emergency work on my stacked sandals, seems they got too much sun in Palm Springs. Saw the ground they broke for the metro, took a snapshot for my memory gentrification is never amicable.

Drove along to pick up precious cargo and head to old town for tacos de papa. Enjoyed the stories, the company and the laughs. Amazing how beautifully and quickly children grow up and articulate their ambitions. Their dream home, their career, a brilliant mind unfolding...

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The languid afternoon passed us by and it was dusk. For a moment, LA felt like home.

3 Comments:

Blogger El Editor said...

L.A. will always be home no matter where you go. Make the city proud.

10:59 AM  
Blogger Lorena said...

gracias :)

5:10 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Well, I just got into town about an hour ago
Took a look around, see which way the wind blow
Where the little girls in their Hollywood bungalows

Are you a lucky little lady in the City of Light
Or just another lost angel...City of Night
City of Night, City of Night, City of Night, woo, c'mon

L.A. Woman, L.A. Woman
L.A. Woman Sunday afternoon
L.A. Woman Sunday afternoon
L.A. Woman Sunday afternoon
Drive thru your suburbs
Into your blues, into your blues, yeah
Into your blue-blue Blues
Into your blues, ohh, yeah

I see your hair is burnin'
Hills are filled with fire
If they say I never loved you
You know they are a liar
Drivin' down your freeways
Midnite alleys roam
Cops in cars, the topless bars
Never saw a woman...
So alone, so alone
So alone, so alone

Motel Money Murder Madness
Let's change the mood from glad to sadness

Mr. Mojo Risin', Mr. Mojo Risin'
Mr. Mojo Risin', Mr. Mojo Risin'
Got to keep on risin'
Mr. Mojo Risin', Mr. Mojo Risin'
Mojo Risin', gotta Mojo Risin'
Mr. Mojo Risin', gotta keep on risin'
Risin', risin'
Gone risin', risin'
I'm gone risin', risin'
I gotta risin', risin'
Well, risin', risin'
I gotta, wooo, yeah, risin'
Woah, ohh yeah

Well, I just got into town about an hour ago
Took a look around, see which way the wind blow
Where the little girls in their Hollywood bungalows

Are you a lucky little lady in the City of Light
Or just another lost angel...City of Night
City of Night, City of Night, City of Night, woah, c'mon

L.A. Woman, L.A. Woman
L.A. Woman, your my woman
Little L.A. Woman, Little L.A. Woman
L.A. L.A. Woman Woman
L.A. Woman c'mon


L.A. Woman - The Doors
(to write a song like this, you gotta be from L.A.)

3:37 AM  

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