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It is an absolutely gorgeous day today. I might take the kids to the beach. If I take a camera I might be able to torment all you folks who don't live on the California coast with pic!spam of people who are not freezing their hineys off.
I am getting a bit green over greener pastures myself today though. I read Jane Espenson's blog on writing for television in which she has a little running joke where she always includes a few words about her lunch. It makes me want to move to L.A. stat. It doesn't help that I lived there for a year or so, long enough by that I only recall the cool bits.
The food here in my tiny little cluster of bergs in the middle of Nowhere, Northern California just plain sucks. I don't know what it is about big city food, some undefinable quality, like say, quality? Talent honed by cut-throat competition maybe? Around here, even the food that is making an effort is somehow uninspired. They use the trendy ingredients, but the synthesis is not quite there. Even the national chains are better elsewhere. In Boulder the Chili's restaurant was good. Portland (OR) has a Thai restaurant that's so good, when I saw the next morning that I had gotten some sauce on my shirt I brought it to my nose. Mmmmm.
I've been surprised to discover that, while it's more challenging to make a living in rural areas, this does not necessarily inspire people to try harder. In fact, it shelters mediocrity because people often have little or no alternatives to your service that don't involve a very long drive.
I am getting a bit green over greener pastures myself today though. I read Jane Espenson's blog on writing for television in which she has a little running joke where she always includes a few words about her lunch. It makes me want to move to L.A. stat. It doesn't help that I lived there for a year or so, long enough by that I only recall the cool bits.
The food here in my tiny little cluster of bergs in the middle of Nowhere, Northern California just plain sucks. I don't know what it is about big city food, some undefinable quality, like say, quality? Talent honed by cut-throat competition maybe? Around here, even the food that is making an effort is somehow uninspired. They use the trendy ingredients, but the synthesis is not quite there. Even the national chains are better elsewhere. In Boulder the Chili's restaurant was good. Portland (OR) has a Thai restaurant that's so good, when I saw the next morning that I had gotten some sauce on my shirt I brought it to my nose. Mmmmm.
I've been surprised to discover that, while it's more challenging to make a living in rural areas, this does not necessarily inspire people to try harder. In fact, it shelters mediocrity because people often have little or no alternatives to your service that don't involve a very long drive.
