I Am Iron Man

Yesterday we went to see iron man and, I have to say, for a superhero movie I was pretty impressed. I was also impressed by the superfly ghetto movie theater we went to in the valley. It included neon restroom signs and a group of twelve people trying to coordinate seats in a sold out theater and yelling to each other across the aisles. Nice.

Today was bloomsday, which means that at 8am this morning some of my friends were woken up by a loud band playing and some 40,000 people running down their street. We got together and contemplated running the bloomsday race next year, then, instead, ate french toast at a sidewalk cafe and watched as sweat soaked men and women passed us by.

The weather has finally gotten warm here, which is nice but not very good for productivity, and so one day last week Torren and I decided to go for a walk around the neighborhood. It was dark, probably about nine or so, and when we got outside we saw this guy, wearing a lot of hiking gear, including one of those huge backpacks, skateboarding down the middle of the street. Or, at least, trying to skateboard but instead repeatedly falling off of it. Finally, he jumped off, picked the board up, and ran up the sidewalk in front of us saying, "Guess I drank to much beer tonight to be doing that!" and caught the next bus at the corner. Yep, that's our neighborhood in a nutshell.