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such a good day. and so californian.

in the morning I took the bus to pacfic beach. getting on the bus, i realized that my pocketful of change was all in pesos. i had to fish through my backpack; i found a quarter.

i took the bus to scripps, where my bike was parked. i rode it down the hill to the beach, avenida de la playa.

i locked my bicycle to a palm tree

i was late for meeting but i found the group i was looking for, identified by the way their backpacks were piled up on the sand.

then i went and put on my mask and my snorkel and chased sharks through the water. big sharks, I mean SHARKS, sand sharks five feet long and not much further from my nose.

pancakes for brunch after snorkeling, then more snorkeling, now in the sunlight shimmering

wandered hilcrest's bookstores

cooked up supermarket dinner at the moviestar house megan's housesitting. the place might as well be from _mulholland drive_

saw _fahrenheit 9/11_ from nearly front-row seats in a packed theatre. it's a good film, but a downer.

scoured the beach for grunion. didn't see any, but we'll have to go back at the right time.

now freshly showered, it feels like there's no better sensation in the world. although i do have a strange desire to curl up and watch a david lynch film.