Quote: (05-14-2013 08:54 PM)Timoteo Wrote:
The lovely weather encourages both men and women to be out and about more. The bars/clubs close early, but because of the weather, there are probably more day game opportunities that more than makes up for it. Since more people drive, does that make logistics less of a factor in Cali? Chime in my Cali brothers...
I'm in a college town and they're just swarming, tight tiny shorts, the upper middle class chicks are 75% in shape, it's been warm and sunny since mid April, there's beautiful mountains with streams and pine trees, hills fragrant with eucalyptus trees, you can ride your bike without a jacket 6 months a year, there's the feel of the West, the mysterious, New, free and frightening deep amalgam of Asia, the Desert, the mountains, stern Teutonic Midwestern work ethic productivity, Latin fashion, and vast unwatered places, and I've ridden Harleys through the deep, cool night with a full moon hanging high above from Frisco to Sacramento-- how fast can it go in fourth? how fast can I go in fourth!? ahhhh THAT's how fast it can go in fourth but now I'm in fifth and there no place for the cops to hide on this long, open road with the amber grass on rolling hills scattered with gnarled, thirsty bushes . And I parked near a Hell's Angels with fiberglass saddlebags in McDonalds,near the San Pablo Dam road where I play high in the Eucalyptus trees with my band playing strange and distant tunes with an old Fender Jazzmaster, still futuristic looking at 50, that was made-- where? (cups hand to ear) Where? In California, where Leo Fender, the Stradivarius of the Electronic age made the tools for Jimi Hendrix. The musicians I'm with are both from the Midwest but
they were too curious and too wild, and we met here, one from Missouri and one from Michigan, and they too are never going back to where people wait instead of create, wait instead of create something new knowing where there's a myth there's a way. And no one knows what it all means. And I got the old Ironhead up to about 100 and blew it up within a couple months and sold it for 900 to a guy who's "always wanted a harley," and he took off with a pickup truck and his son for parts unknown, everyone here is going somewhere unknown, there was something wrong with the oil pump--, there's all kinds of super good organic food, Asia is closer so you can fuck tiny 90 lb girls who'll call you Daddy, it's a police state so everyone fucking rude and unforgivably dim-witted who would bully you on the street is locked up and all us Betas can just run around looking dorky and continue to register more patents, my salary in my profession is about twice anywhere else in the country, there's hardly any Ayn Rand freaks who want to stop social security and stomp stomp stomp on the losers of the world because they're always angry about something, hey if you're a loser here's some food, there's too much growing, wealthing, there's too much here to let you starve bro, it's not a welfare state it's a transcendent state, there's the stunning Sierras so you can ski 4 months a year two hours from where you can bike ride in the warm sun 7 months a year so you don't have to put up with a lot of 40-55 degree boring weather where you can't do much outside that's fun, just about all the smartest people in technology and genetics are here, there's the massive culture center of the world-- Hollywood movies, the moving picture is about 100 years old, Hollywood is its capitol and the moving picture is the most highly developed art form that's not ossified now, and if you Spergy freaks under 35 are into those hideous video games I guess this is the capitol of that as well. The young chicks are sort of post-feminist because they're so spoiled they can't imagine being all frustrated and doing protests and all that when they can be getting laid and so many guys are feminized that the women are sexually frustrated and want you to be more aggressive. Since California is where everything happens first and then flyover country stumbles along behind you get the sense here that the post-feminist paradise is blooming, when I was 51 I was fucking a 25 year old who would say "I love you Daddy" while we did it. She was from Mississippi but
she was too curious and alive, and wrote a screenplay before 25, and said "I'm not talking to my father, I'm talking to an archetype of Daddy" about her dirty talk, and many who are bursting with brains, curiosity and and the energy to make it happen come here, like her, and y'all can eat your hearts out Red Tide, 'cause she's never, never coming back.
We, and California, are never coming back to where the rest of the world lies. Too curious, too wild, and too alive.
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