Security in the US will always be racist, I guess.  After the insane "100%" security screening of all of us cattle-passengers I went through to the boarding gate and saw officers stopping muslim women and Indian families, and the rest of us just got to walk through.  I don't know what that was all about, but it looked like discrimination.  But I'm welcome to be wrong.

To elaborate on the previous post: 
 I'm alive, after extensive flight delays, thrice-checked by security within the airport, being shanked by gypsies, and playing a futbol game.  

two of those events are untrue.  But I do plan on attempting soccer here.  From what I've gathered of the general itinerary of the semester, these next four months will go by very quickly, and we're at once spoon-fed with resources but left to fend for ourselves.  It's an interesting dichotomy, one that I definitely can't describe accurately.  

OH, right--MY ROOM...you should all see it.  It's about the size of my cubicle at the Getty.  The bed's kinda big, and takes up 75% of area of the room.  The rest is odd narrow space to fit things here and there.  Then there's this strange loft on top of me, and I can't figure out how to make the best use of it other than it being a place to store my ginormous luggage.  Suggestions are definitely welcome.  Pictures will be posted later.   


Things I miss so far:
-Los Angeles sunsets
Los Angeles, my hoome
Los Angeles, treasure of California, the West
Glowing gold, jeweled lights 
arterial freeways and capillary streets
Golden glow, jeweled necklace on ancient Indian blood
Microchip city, black void suburbs, lightspeed 10pm freeways...

-You.