Sitting in a bar in Culver City, watching the TV in the corner. Ashes rain down on L.A. & people’s lives go up in smoke, but it’s just like any other reality show. Thousands flee like it was a disaster movie — some are badly burned while firefighters — snap — die fighting nature & nature grows back stronger when it is all over / only to be burned down again.

If you haven’t been to LACMA lately, then now is a good time to go. Your Bright Future: 12 Contemporary Artists from Korea showing until September 20 is amazing.

End of summer & football is creeping back on TV. Went hiking on Wednesday in Temescal & almost stepped on a pregnant rattlesnake. It shook its tail at me like a maraca of death & I kept sweating it out on the mountain / my Roman wilderness of pain.

We squeeze out to the smoking patio, somehow imagining it will be quieter than inside. With my list of eight questions smudged on the palm of my hand, I hold out my recorder and ask her:

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