louise on the left (coast)

I realize the blogging redundancy this blog post represents today. But, like any good addict, I can't shake the poetry of this series out of my mind. Every nuance of Breaking Bad's final show still echoes in my head.  Tony and his ducks. Modern Man.  You. Me. Us. It's official:  In mourning over the end of a truly great American love story. Days later and I keep returning to this post to rearrange the images in it.   Not just the content, but the narrative, the POV. What does this mean? Guess I got what I deserved Kept you waiting there too long, my love All that time without a word Didn't know you'd think that I'd forget or I'd regret The special love I had for you, my baby blue All the days became so long Did you really think I'd do you wrong? Dixie, when I let you go Thought you'd realize that I would know I would show, the speci

And he drives a volvo, too. -- Breaking Bad clips courtesy of Sir Mark Ebner

So, yesterday afternoon my youngest kid and I found ourselves (for inconsequential reasons of our own) having to weave around downtown LA, in the middle of what should have been a sleepy hot, sunny Sunday afternoon. I fully expected ours would be a blissfull traffic-free excursion, however we found ourselves pulling off the 110 and immediately dodging lines endless limos, slowing down at every street corner having to acquiesce to throngs of people in odd formal attire, to which my kid and I both thought out loud: "Yo, what. Is. This?! Who died?" Got home later. Found out. Apparently Mr. Emmy did. And that wasn't just another obscure formal mob-flash, that was the 2013 Emmy awards! So, you see, while we do not actually live in LA, we still live close enough that our lives can be caught in unexpected Emmy-jams during normally lazy Sundays. And it truly does not remotely feel glamorous. It feels tedious. But, here it is, a night later -- and given the